a note to the sunflower broadband advertising department (laced with one standard dose of lawrence provincialism)
When I have a dream and I start to see Dr. Nealy Newkirk and her perpetually-preserved smile in trans-fat free oil wrestling matches with that Spangles woman, it’s time to rotate the Goddam ads.
And probably time for me to lay off the tequila. But, whatever.
03.01.2007 @ 00:03
I can normally ignore ads and do something else while they are on. Spangles ads all send me running for the mute button. Nothing else does that. At this point, I would never even consider eating at Spangles.