Do you think there’s a world where one can actually say “Calgon, Take me Away!” and instantly you’re transported to a warm bubble bath, open waterproof book, glass of champagne (or fruit smoothie, your choice, lame-o), and a babysitter paid through three days?
Or do you think in that dimension, “Calgon” would be a carnivorous Mingkowborn warlord with Ginzu teeth and a spiked penis?
A note to the random-generating, ill-conceiving, unrelated ad populating Google Ads: BRING IT ON!
I love you so much right now, I can’t even stand it.
After the “spiked penis” comment, I’m dying to see what Google pops up with! So far it’s very tame, darn it.
lol… fruit smoothie?! WTF.
i’m looking for the penis-envy ads and i don’t see one. darnit!
The random ad says, “Total Publishing Freedom . . .” I think it is an ad for writers who don’t wear underwear.