Saturday, October 17, 2009

Dear Advertising Executives:

If you don’t stop using the beloved rock songs of my high school youth in your commercials, as god is my witness, I will jump across the conference table, jam my fingers up your nostrils and drag you by your snout out in the hall so your fellow soulless Satan’s minions can hear you squeal like the rapacious swamp sow that you are.

Have a blessed day,

Lex