I Think I Know What They Mean…
Sometimes I hear things and wonder, “I think I know what they mean, but really?”
Like the ad I’ve complained about in this blog before – the kitty litter that smells so fresh, they guarantee that your cat will not be able to find the litter box.
Really? As for me and my house, we want the cat to be able to find the box.
Today I heard a report that the hooker that was with the NY Gov is selling a music cd from her website. The reporter tagged with, “Who says sex doesn’t sell?”
Uh, I don’t think anybody says that sex doesn’t sell. In fact, it seems to be universally accepted that sex does sell.
There is a commercial campaign for a dating service that promotes itself with testimonials of people that couldn’t get on e-harmony, because e-harmony apparently has standards.
I get why the guy that is too skuzzy for normal society would use this other service, but really – is touting that this is where all the creeps are hanging out a plus for one’s business?
“If you don’t care about quality, date our members!”
Last night I heard a radio ad tagging with, “Prices so low, I can’t mention them on the radio.”
Really? The FCC is preventing salesmen from speaking their prices out loud?
I think I know what he means…
Just my thoughts,