This is the "cutting edge" artwork for Dane Cook's new CD/DVD/World Tour/Comedy Central Special/Mancunt Pads. He is a marketing genius, that Dane Cook. He isn't funny, but you already knew that, didn't you?
The other day at work I spotted a quartet of young men who I immediately named The Four Man-Whores of the Douchepocalypse. These guys had popped collars, bottle-tanned orange skin, and bling from the Mr. T starter kit at Kay Jewelers. I'd bet a million dollars that all four of them are HUGE Dane Cook fans. His ill-conceived comedy shoutings flow through their veins like Jagermeister (better known as "Douche Juice") and Axe Body Spray. In an ideal world, I could walk up to one of them and say "Is there a tasteless swill beer I can help you find, Mr. Every-single-thing-that's-wrong-with-society?" Then my magical cartoon mallet would crush him into a pile of guts and Hollister clothes. Only then would I turn to his friends and shout "Now go, and tell all the other douchebags what you saw here today!"
So yeah...Fuck Dane Cook.