Yellow Submarine

No. I wasn’t referring to a cute song done by the Beatles a while ago. Since I was little, I never was a big fan of the color yellow, especially the tacky shades of yellow. I always voted for the color blue, white, ecru and grey, just like any normal dude would. But today, I have a formal reason for not choosing yellow, ever again. It began in simple lazy morning while I was busy –ehm- browsing pages on friendster when all of a sudden I saw the picture below (again)!

I remembered how ghastly they were when I first saw them a couple of years ago somewhere in the web of dunia maya. Now, if they weren’t even the real pictures of the friendster account owner, why would he display the gaudy images from never-land below? What was he thinking (that is if he was equipped with a brain to begin with)?

You think someone would get away wearing anything remotely close to that on the beach? Alas for public display? I immediately foresee a warning sign similar to the ones they were forced to print on your cigarette boxes.

[ GOVERNMENT WARNING ]

STRAPPING ONE’S BALLS TOO TIGHT TO ONE’S SHOULDERS MIGHT CAUSE GREAT PAIN AND FURTHER DISCOMFORTING COMPLICATIONS. PROBLEMS SUCH AS SHOOTING BLANKS AND ERECTILE DYSFUNCTIONS MAY OCCUR. UNSUITABLE FOR ANY AUDIENCE, ESP. PREGNANT WOMEN.
VIEWING WILL CAUSE NAUSEA, VOMITING AND
A MANDATORY LEGAL PROSECUTION FOR GENERATING PUBLIC HORRIFICATION.

Run Lola Run. Yes, stupid you with the polka-dots! You shouldn’t need a tsunami for a reason to scurry from the ocean front.