Today I was shocked to my core.
I discovered that there are Gingers out there who have never tasted Gingernuts. This discovery knocked me arse over tit.
Once I had recovered a little I got to thinking. 'How can these Gingers be helped?'
A charity came to mind. And the name for the charity.
'Gingernuts for Ginger C**ts who have never tasted Gingernuts'.
Tis a wee bit long winded, but it just might catch on. There could be a catchy jingle in there somewhere, too.
Then I got to thinking about marketing.
Get a few photos of sad-looking Ginger C**ts, which shouldn't be too hard as most of them are fairly sad looking yokes. Then put them photos out there and watch the donations roll in.
What to do with all the Moolah? I got to thinking.
If we purchased Gingernuts, then chewed them up into a paste, we could use that paste to 3D print statues of Satoshi Nakamoto. The Satoshi Nakamoto Gingernut Statues could then be sold Worldwide.
If the sales exploded we could employ boatloads of people to chew up the Gingernuts for the copious amount of raw material the 3D printers will need (anyone know where we could possibly locate boatloads of people?).
The Gingernut masticators would need to have great teeth, but once their teeth started rotting out of their heads they would be sacked and replaced with a new batch of chewers with great chompers.
By this time there would be massive amounts of glorious Moolah stashed away in the private vault. It'll be mighty.
But what about the Ginger C**ts who have never tasted Gingernuts? You could possibly ask that question.
Yes. Exactly. What about them.
This is a Charity, you know. We have bills, overheads, salaries, junkets to Barbados. Surely you can't expect us to actually feed them scoury looking Ginger C......
Who's in?
By the way. We are an equal opportunities employer but, obviously, we don't employ Ginger C**ts.
ps I love Gingers. Now back to the #fud The doom and gloom. The bear shite and all the rest of it.
Hug a Ginger today. They are the rarest humans on this, our tiny planet.
