I sent an email to my wife asking if she wanted to have pizza tonight. Lo and behold, there was a Gmail ad for Dominos by the time I hit send. From here on out, I’m using the code “murder the butler” in place of “buy pizza.” I don’t want Google knowing that I’m carbo-loading. I have shame. Find me an ad for that, bitches.
In related news:
“watch TV” now equals “watch gay porn”
“have a beer” now equals “fire up the crack pipe”
“masturbate” now equals “file a fraudulent insurance claim”
You think you know me, Google? We’ll see.
Tags: advertising, funny, Google, humor, internet, technology
By B Gourley in Business, funny, humor on April 18, 2013.
