If I had to brand you, here are some of the companies I would approach:
For the "Intercontinental" Man of Leisure:
Since everyone is ready to torch your ass, why not pose as some of the animals below:
And lastly, since everyone thinks you've sucked enough penises to supply a river full of semen, the company below works, because they basically are telling us, the consumer, that penis is king. If you don't believe me, ask Kim Kardashian about that Carl's Jr. commercial, and the shots of her eating she had to do for over an hour. Sold? Sure you are.See below:
I don't want the job, I just thought I'd share some ideas. Since I'm awake and everything.
So, it's bad enough that Kat Stacks exists. But we, the public, accept her, because we all know God likes a good laugh.
But then she comes equipped with fake breasts and a phone. We dare not ask where she learned English, although based on listening to her, I'd have to guess between all the Alien movies, Werewolves, and some dude from Brooklyn. I only say that because she said Yo.
We know a few things after watching this video:
1. You are no longer a welcomed guest at the Intercontinental in Buckhead. Maybe anywhere there's an Intercontinental.
2. Your new name is Sloppy Boy Tell 'Em.
3. Cocaine is a terrible drug. So bad, it makes you do things like this.
Don't worry, your sister Paris followed up your party with her own arrest in Las Vegas. I guess it's safe to assume you are both trying to get this all out of the way before the VMA's and Fashion Week. The season is upon us.
This is bad PR. I advise you to remedy this situation ASAP.
How? Oh, you've got to pay for those types of answers. Gee, I hope your people got skills.