Dear John...
A billboard caught my eye this morning. And now I share my pain with you.
Labels: billboards, dating, orlando
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Jetpacks Junk
Basically...
Back when we were kids, the advertising people told us that "in the future" we'd all be free from disease and living in peace, flying around with our own jetpacks. The future is now...and we're still waiting.
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Google Gives Me a Penny If You Click This Stupid Banner.
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2 Comments:
This is vaguely creepy. Think his mother's still alive?
By
Amy, at December 3, 2009 at 11:56 PM
I would need a lot more than $1,000 to hook up that douche bag. Seriously.
By
HighJive, at December 5, 2009 at 1:33 AM
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