I need this WTF stamp so badly! Then I would stop talking and just communicate via this. Bring on the stamp for terrible creative briefings, records I don’t like, weird outfits from Moon Spoon Saloon, overcooked steaks, a poor lovers private parts and half of the contemporary exhibition at Louisiana. Oh, and you just sold the last chocolate ice cream to the customer before me? Here is one for your forehead.
WTF’ing my way through the world