True-ly abhorrent!

I had a small discussion with my friend Joel about the promiscuity of the women in those ads for True.com.

You've all seen them. They claim to have a member base with over 60% women. And, apparently, they all wear nothing but bikinis and underwear.

I thought to myself, "What an applaudable marketing sheme." So, to support True and women all around the world, I made an advertisement for them, free of charge and sent it to them earlier today.

Fresh head for brain

I DON'T KNOW ANYMORE

further the hedge clipper!

Ode to Phil

This is raw, unadultered emotion in the form of magnetic poetry.

What.
What am I? I am not.
I am not your puppet to play these mindless puppet games.
Fear of failure racks my bittered soul and I weep.
I weep as a child. I weep as a child born in the wild.
So much weep when there is a lack of sleep.
So much sleep when there is a lack of weep.
This dire dance for speckled peace,
Will break the chains of athen's grease.
No more.