September 22, 2006

Johnny Cash Prepaid Visa

Apologies for the Pepsi Bluish nature of the post, but - would a description of The Man In Black even fit? . . .He . . He's a genius, a legend, he's as good as they say he is and . . it's a prepaid Visa card . . with his picture on it . . and his name is Cash. BlaAAurahhggH!

posted by petebest 17 years ago
  • *shoots pete, just to watch him die*
  • The card in black...
  • This card personally endorsed by Zombie Johnny Cash.
  • They should've had the name on the card read "Sue."
  • Picture on the card doesn't look a bit like him.
  • This can only lead to Cash or credit confusion
  • > johnny cash prepaid visa > the card in black (amex) i really hope a mastercard brand manager stumbles across this thread... ...that'd be priceless
  • Because it's mine, I sign the line....
  • I fell into a burnin' ring of debt...
  • If a 25-year old Johnny Cash saw this, I'd like to think his three-whiskeys-and-a-handfull-of-pills boots would be stompin' all over this bullshit. I mean if a fan gets one of these . . it . . Aaaarrgh. Teh wrongness!
  • Because it's mine, I sign the line.... *falls out of chair*
  • [Quaid uses a Johnny Cash to escape from killers] Douglas Quaid: Where am I? Johnny Cash: Welcome to New York, now go the fuck home. Douglas Quaid: [absently] Shit, shit! Johnny Cash: I'm stuck at Folsom Prison and time keeps draggin' on. But that train keeps rollin' on down to San Antone. [Douglas Quaid rips Johnny Cash from his wallet, and throws him in the back] Johnny Cash: Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes And he went down, but to my surprise, He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear. But I busted a chair right across his teeth And we crashed through the wall and into the street Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
  • Y'know Shel Silverstein wrote that one. Which is awesome.
  • With this, you can buy a lot of chicken at twenty cents a pound.
  • Or put a deposit on the pony keg.
  • Now the Karl Marx Prepaid Visa - okay that I will consider for irony's sake.
  • A spectre is haunting Europe -- the spectre of high interest rates...
  • I love you guys. I might just trade in my Eddie Money card for one of these.
  • Is that credit or debit, sir? It's Cash.
  • bees, you made me choke on my lunch! That does it, I need one for that pleasure alone (to annoy the living hell out of every cashier - It's Cash!).
  • What? What do you mean you need a picture ID before you take my Cash? Can't you just scan my RFID?
  • By the way, I keep my RFID pill in my armpit.
  • You can leave your hat on.
  • I charged a meal in Reno Just to taste some pie.
  • Is this something I can use to pay my taxes with?
  • 'Cause, y'know, you wouldn't want to Carter 'round a lot of Cash.
  • Anyone else (by which I mean Canadian residents of a certain unspecified vintage) remember these?
  • O groceries, you've been livin' hell to me I've shopped for you since 19-sixty three
  • Yep, Northern Exposed. It was around 1985 or so, because I remember my boyfriend using a Johnny Cash machine for his Canada Trust account. It wasn't just the less-than-life-size cardboard JC near the ATM that was weird, it was the friendly, folksy way that it "talked" to you via displayed text during the transaction. I hope Johnny made a shitload of money off that venture. Bless him.
  • So if I don't pay my bill on time, I'll be singin' those Folsom Prison Blues?
  • *removes hat*
  • Saw this news on the way to work this mornin'... That's quite a landmark to go to ashes... But the memories will live on forever...
  • Umm, would Johnny even want to be pardoned? He took a lot of pride in being picked up for pickin' flowers... Hell, was he even arrested, or just put in the drunk tank? Nevertheless, the T-shirts are cool.
  • It may not be fancy lawyer talkin' but if you're behind bars all night long, you done been arrested.
  • Well, there's 'arrested', and there's 'arrested'...
  • I hear the gardener comin' He's comin' 'round the bend, And I ain't seen no compost, Since I don't know when, I'm stuck in Blossom Prison, And time is past and fled But that gardener keeps a-trudgin' A-trudgin' to his shed. When I was just a baby, "Oh, Sonny," said my Mum, "Always be a good boy, Don't pluck nasturtiums." But I picked some flowers in Starkville Just to watch 'em die, When I smell them pretty posies, I hang my head and cry.