We draw the line, however, when it comes to advertising who's cooking the fries--at least when they're being sizzled by that sort of professional.
It just doesn't sound sanitary. No, madam. We do not want fries with that.
Friday, July 09, 2010
Friday Sign of the Apocalypse: Scariest Marketing Ever
We know that line-caught trout is served at fancy restaurants. We know that hand-crafted coffees and hand-dipped ice cream are all the rage.
We draw the line, however, when it comes to advertising who's cooking the fries--at least when they're being sizzled by that sort of professional.
It just doesn't sound sanitary. No, madam. We do not want fries with that.
We draw the line, however, when it comes to advertising who's cooking the fries--at least when they're being sizzled by that sort of professional.
It just doesn't sound sanitary. No, madam. We do not want fries with that.
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maybe they're extra salty? okay, I know. I know I'm going to hell for that one.
Women's minds are FAR dirtier than men's. Great comment.
And there goes my coffee, right out my nose.
That's not herpes, it's an oil burn.
It is the world's oldest profession.
I actually laughed out loud... "No, madam. We do not want fries with that."
That really conjures forth a variety of unsettling imagery.
I didn't know making fries was the oldest profession in the world. A friend came to visit and made us spaghetti alla puttanesca. Same idea, I guess. A gal's got to eat. And work.
Just got back from Abilene, Texas where they served me "AAS TAY".
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