Airhole Commercial 2011
AIRHOLE 2011
Airhole: Facemasks You Idiot
http://www.airholefacemasks.com
PROMOTION:
Who wants one? We will be selecting two people at random to win an Airhole Facemask. Just reply to this thread and you’re in the draw. Winners announced on Friday (AEST). Good luck.
Hellz yeah!
I saw Mizz mention these the other day, and looked it up. Definitely want to get me one of these. No retailers listed here in Vic.
Fa Sure!!!!!
I’m a big fan after slappin one of these puppies over my snoz at Falls!!!!! 
These look sweet.
Count me in for being in this competiton.
Tills, Trigger Brothers in Vic stocks Airhole.
The whole time I was in NZ (Methven, Lake Wanaka and Queenstown) I was looking for one these to buy and could not find one. Ended up buying a Remarkables bandanna, however I would still like to get one for free?
Id be keen to give one a go in colder temps. Count me in for the contest.
It all started when our overrated adventurer, Mizu Kuma, woke up in a disease-infested jungle. It was the eighth time it had happened. Feeling ridiculously puzzled, Mizu Kuma deflowered a ninja star, thinking it would make him feel better (but as usual, it did not). Heart filled with earnest fortitude, he realized that his beloved diary was missing! Immediately he called his former lay, Shaniqua. Mizu Kuma had known Shaniqua for (plus or minus) 61 years, the majority of which were eccentric ones. Shaniqua was unique. She was outgoing though sometimes a little… selfish. Mizu Kuma called her anyway, for the situation was urgent.
Shaniqua picked up to a very glad Mizu Kuma. Shaniqua calmly assured him that most long-haired sea monkeys panic before mating, yet 3-legged wallabies usually flamboyantly turn red *after* mating. She had no idea what that meant; she was only concerned with distracting Mizu Kuma. Why was Shaniqua trying to distract Mizu Kuma? Because she had snuck out from Mizu Kuma’s with the diary only eleven days prior. It was a striking little diary… how could she resist?
It didn’t take long before Mizu Kuma got back to the subject at hand: his diary. Shaniqua grimaced. Relunctantly, Shaniqua invited him over, assuring him they’d find the diary. Mizu Kuma grabbed his canoe and disembarked immediately. After hanging up the phone, Shaniqua realized that she was in trouble. She had to find a place to hide the diary and she had to do it aptly. She figured that if Mizu Kuma took the best-in-its-so-called-‘class’ sedan, she had take at least four minutes before Mizu Kuma would get there. But if he took the time machine? Then Shaniqua would be abundantly screwed.
Before she could come up with any reasonable ideas, Shaniqua was interrupted by six annoying Care Bears that were lured by her diary. Shaniqua yawned; ‘Not again’, she thought. Feeling worried, she deftly reached for her carrot and randomly attacked every last one of them. Apparently this was an adequate deterrent—the discouraged critters began to scurry back toward the secret vineyard, squealing with discontent. She exhaled with relief. That’s when she heard the time machine rolling up. It was Mizu Kuma.
As he pulled up, he felt a sense of urgency. He had had to make an unscheduled stop at Big Lots to pick up a 12-pack of potatos, so he knew he was running late. With a inept leap, Mizu Kuma was out of the time machine and went surreptitiously jaunting toward Shaniqua’s front door. Meanwhile inside, Shaniqua was panicking. Not thinking, she tossed the diary into a box of dull pencils and then slid the box behind her time machine. Shaniqua was puzzled but at least the diary was concealed. The doorbell rang.
‘Come in,’ Shaniqua scandalously purred. With a heroic push, Mizu Kuma opened the door. ‘Sorry for being late, but I was being chased by some selfish zealous…zealot in a amphibious vehicle,’ he lied. ‘It’s fine,’ Shaniqua assured him. Mizu Kuma took a seat uncomfortably close to where Shaniqua had hidden the diary. Shaniqua shuddered trying unsuccessfully to hide her nervousness. ‘Uhh, can I get you anything?’ she blurted. But Mizu Kuma was distracted. Before the all-seeing eyes of a perpetually displeased diety, Shaniqua noticed a pestering look on Mizu Kuma’s face. Mizu Kuma slowly opened his mouth to speak.
‘...What’s that smell?’
Shaniqua felt a stabbing pain in her taint when Mizu Kuma asked this. In a moment of disbelief, she realized that she had hidden the diary right by her oscillating fan. ‘Wh-what? I don’t smell anything..!’ A lie. A annoying look started to form on Mizu Kuma’s face. He turned to notice a box that seemed clearly out of place. ‘Th-th-those are just my grandma’s dangerous oil-soaked rags from when she used to have pet legless puppies. She, uh…dropped ‘em by here earlier’. Mizu Kuma nodded with fake acknowledgement…then, before Shaniqua could react, Mizu Kuma fearlessly lunged toward the box and opened it. The diary was plainly in view.
Mizu Kuma stared at Shaniqua for what what must’ve been two nanoseconds. Absolutely thrilled, Shaniqua groped surreptitiously in Mizu Kuma’s direction, clearly desperate. Mizu Kuma grabbed the diary and bolted for the door. It was locked. Shaniqua let out a curious chuckle. ‘If only you hadn’t been so protective of that thing, none of this would have happened, Mizu Kuma,’ she rebuked. Shaniqua always had been a little annoying, so Mizu Kuma knew that reconciliation was not an option; he needed to escape before Shaniqua did something crazy, like… start chucking live hand grenades at her or something. Giggling like schoolgirl, he gripped his diary tightly and made a dash toward the window, diving headlong through the glass panels.
Shaniqua looked on, blankly. ‘What the hell? That seemed excessive. The other door was open, you know.’ Silence from Mizu Kuma. ‘And to think, I varnished that window frame four days ago…it never ends!’ Suddenly she felt a tinge of concern for Mizu Kuma. ‘Oh. You ..okay?’ Still silence. Shaniqua walked over to the window and looked down. Mizu Kuma was gone.
Just yonder, Mizu Kuma was struggling to make his way through the foxy forest behind Shaniqua’s place. Mizu Kuma had severely hurt his kidney during the window incident, and was starting to lose strength. Another pack of feral Care Bears suddenly appeared, having caught wind of the diary. One by one they latched on to Mizu Kuma. Already weakened from his injury, Mizu Kuma yielded to the furry onslaught and collapsed. The last thing he saw before losing consciousness was a buzzing horde of Care Bears running off with his diary.
About eight hours later, Mizu Kuma awoke, his scalp throbbing. It was dark and Mizu Kuma did not know where he was. Deep in the humid bush, Mizu Kuma was exceedingly lost. A few unsatisfying minutes later, he remembered that his diary was taken by the Care Bears. But at that point, he was just thankful for his life. That’s when, to his horror, a oversized Care Bear emerged from the imaginery desert. It was the alpha Care Bear. Mizu Kuma opened his mouth to scream but was cut short when the Care Bear sunk its teeth into Mizu Kuma’s double chin. With a faint groan, the life escaped from Mizu Kuma’s lungs, but not before he realized that he was a failure.
Less than ten miles away, Shaniqua was entombed by anguish over the loss of the diary. ‘MY PRECIOUS!!’ she cried, as she reached for a sharpened ripened avocado. With a hasty thrust, she buried it deeply into her prostate. As the room began to fade to black, she thought about Mizu Kuma… wishing she had found the courage to tell him that she loved him. But she would die alone that day. All that remained was the diary that had turned them against each other, ultimately causing their demise. And as the dew on melancholy sappling branches began to reflect the dawn’s reddish glare, all that could be heard was the chilling cry of distant Care Bears, desecrating all things sacred to virtuous men, and perpetuating an evil that would reign for centuries to come. Our heroes would’ve lived unhappily ever after, but they were too busy being dead. So, no one lived forever after, the end. :’(
Bahahahahaaa!!!!! What the hell finney!!!!! 
she reached for a sharpened ripened avocado. With a hasty thrust, she buried it deeply into her prostate.
Bahhahahahahaaaaa!!!!
Brings back some awful memories though…. 
finney…
these bad boys are awesome.
Wicked designs way too many to choose from
SICK!
Way to sign up boys!!!!!
Now get ya arses over to the social pages and intro yaselves!!!!!! 