Rupert Abbott, Marketing Director at our main rival and market leader, is a total and utter shitnozzle, idiot-breath, bastard hole and cunt.
Not only did he poach the one person in this place who could do my job (my Marketing Manager, Sally Pearson-Wright) but he has now approached my agency (well, the one that refused to work with me after I rejected all their work) and HAS STARTED WORKING WITH THEM!
What a pure and unblemished fuckbag, cackshagger, dipshithead and cunt.
How dare he milk the creative juice I allowed that agency to suckle from the teats of my inspiration! Or, to put it another way, that cunt will be stealing all my best ideas!
THE BIRDS WITH THE BIG BRISTOLAS IN EVERY AD!
THE COPY THAT DELIBERATELY REPEATS THE PRODUCT NAME AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE!
THE LOGO MADE BIGGER!
THE WORDS 'CUSTOMER DELIGHT' IN EVERY AD, SOMEWHERE, ANYWHERE!
These are the jewels in the Dave Knockles crown of marketing success. Well, Rupert Abbott, you spunkwich-munching jizzlobber of a cunt, I hope that crown of marketing success becomes an albatross of marketing failure.
And if you've got a comeback to that, I'd like to hear it. You...cunt.
And that's all I've got to say.
Why? Because I AM THE CLIENT!