Take the plunge!
I'm here to praise C(k)aesar, not to bury him. I have always been fascinated by how far someone can push the decency envelope. Having survived friendships that have involved watching GWAR videos, seeing Pink Flamingos more than once, having gone to the Brockton Fair five consecutive years(never got stabbed), and visiting the Torture Museum in Amsterdam, it is time that I bring attention to the most vile act of indecency that I have witnessed.
Plunger
Calculating? Perhaps. Indecency in the form of Maplethorpe-like art? I don't think so. A marketing homerun? Absolutely! To know the act, you need to know the man. That man is Skeey's own Christopher Kane.Having been in the company of CK from the halcyon days of high school to the present, it comes as no surprise that he would land on the perch of grossness. I don't even think he remembers doing this heinous act or if i'm again confusing him with his partners in crime. However, for the sake of story continuity and a complete lack of journalistic integrity (ironic since i'm a graduate of journalism school), i'm giving CK all the credit.
The story is short, the grossness/genius lingers. One evening at the Kane compound, a group of us decided to throw down some lagers. The evening was inconsequential to the point where I don't even remember what the hell I was doing over there drinking beers midweek. After we had our fill of Slimjims/Sam Adams and the evening was drawing to a close, CK decided to ratchet up the shock factor with a plunger in hand. The plunger was not used nor was it being prepped for duty. No, the plunger was being utilized as a serving plate for Tostitos. CK decided to stand the plunger upright and set up a wonderful arrangement of potato chips next to the toilet. It was tastefully done if that is possible.
The response from the group was underwhelming. Everyone looked at the responsible party and chalked it up to "Manny (i mean CK) being CK". However, as days became months and months became years, the thought of serving snack products with a plunger lingered in my head. The obvious thoughts were typical: "how nasty!" "is there a money bet that would convince me to eat one of those delicious baked treats?" "is this Fear Factor material?"----However, the thought that has stayed in my head the longest is, "could this idea sell at Spencer's Gifts?"
Spencer's Gifts, in short, was where nothing practical could be purchased. Whether it was the blow up dolls, the beer signs flashing, or the skeleton t-shirt hanging in the display window, it always entertained the passing shopper and offered up such intrigue, mystery and crassness (and a complete disregard for usefulness). However, in my 30 years on earth, I never purchased one item from Spencer's. No erotic board games for me. No posters of Tesla. No fake dog crap. Nothing. However, CK's ingenious idea of plunger serving plates could have killed the Spencer's streak and forced me to open my velcro wallet, possibly (probably not). Anyways, the point of this story is avoiding me.
Well, I guess the bottom line (if there has to be one) is when you see CK doing something completely off the wall, think business model. Perhaps you won't miss the next plunger. In fact, the nasty sneaker on the homepage should be replaced with this commercial opportunity (Buy Skeey Websites and get this Swag Plunger/Serving Plate free).
Good day.