A good old classic – “How to explain marketing principles to a blonde. It’s not all a book to brag about 🙂
You see a cute guy at a party. You walk up to him and say, “I’m great in bed.”
- That’s direct marketing.
You come to a party with friends and see a cute guy. One of your friends walks up to him and says, “She’s great in bed.”
- It’s a commercial.
You see a cute guy at a party. You go up and fix your dress, walk up to him and pour him a drink. You say, “Let me,” and you move closer to him to fix his tie, and at the same time you touch his arm with your chest, and then you say, “By the way, I’m great in bed.”
- It’s a PR.
You see a cute guy at a party. Through clever machinations, you set up a dirty fight between the girls present, while you yourself remain on the sidelines. When everyone is fighting, you say, “Let’s get out of here. By the way, I’m great in bed!”
- It’s black PR.
You see a cute guy at a party. He comes up to you and says, “I hear you’re great in bed.”
- It’s a recognizable brand.
At a party, you see several good-looking guys. You write them all notes about how great it would be in bed with you.
- This is direct mail.
You go to a party and there’s a bunch of pretty girls there. You pull down your strap and say, “I’m awesome in bed, and I don’t need champagne and chocolates!”
- That’s dumping.
You come to a party and say, “It’s cool in bed with me, and you’ll be my third guy that night.”
- That’s network marketing.
You didn’t go to the party at all, but all they talk about there is how good you are in bed.
- It’s a promoted brand.
You go to a party with friends and see a cute guy. You walk up to him and say your name is Mary. Everyone knows how good it is in bed with Mary. That said, Mary knows that you impersonated her. For that, Svetka gets a chocolate bar.
- It’s a franchise.
You’re going to a party and your girlfriend is already there and spreading notes describing how good in bed you are.
- It’s distributing a press release.
You go to a New Year’s Eve party and see a bunch of handsome guys, you say it costs five chocolates and three bottles of champagne to sleep with you, by the end of the party you’re shitfaced, you wake up in bed with some freak…
- It’s a seasonal sale.
You come to a party with friends and see a cute guy. You walk up to him and tell him you’re great in bed. You leave with him. You come home and your husband is home. The good-looking guy leaves empty-handed, you get punched in the eye.
- This is force majeure.
You show up at the party and tell everyone how great you are in bed… A couple of days later, all the guys from the party meet at the dispensary.
- They’re victims of bad publicity.
At a party you see a cute guy. You walk up to him and say, “Hey, you know what I had a dream tonight? I’m lying on silk sheets and I’m just dying of desire, and there aren’t any men left on earth! And all my knowledge of the Kama Sutra is no longer of any use to anyone… that’s terrible! What? You want to take some lessons from me?”
- That’s creative.