a3 in idea barrages

If you’re tasked with an anti-opium ad campaign, you can have the slogan “JUST SAY NOPEIUM!” for free.

Because that’s the thing. They WEREN’T chocolate-chip cookies. They were “Chocolaty” Chip Cookies. They were too artificial to use the real word legally. But that’s what made ‘em stand out. They EVOKED reality more than embodies it. And this glorious falsehood was our childhoods.

Laundering your corruption through your spouse never really went away, but it really was out of the limelight for a while. It’s made a huge comeback, it’s all the vogue.

It’s like a farm and tractor supply, but for haters. It’s a harm and detractors supply.

Wire up a public bathroom’s electric hand drier to dispense air-popped popcorn instead. Make the world weirder and more magical.

Hockey! Puck Around And Find Out!

Someone confused Nick Fury and Ric Flair tonight and all I could think was Sam Jackson going “WOOOO, MOTHERFUCKER!” and I loved it.

What’s the inverse of a guilty pleasure? Instead of something you like for being bad, something that makes you feel bad for liking the pretty-good output of someone whose image ruins the enjoyment? Instead of a guilty pleasure, I propose calling it a “cold play”.