MySpace Ad: The Girls of True I don't go to MySpace for the friends. I go for True's incessant T-n-Advertisements. Unfortunately for True, I'm married, but I applaud their shameless ad strategy of you have genitalia and this hot girl most-definitely, might-possibly want it maybe-perhaps. Also unfortunate for True, I'm currently sober and bored, so therefore I have a few teensy comments:
"I love Christmas caroling." [Carolyn looks] But seriously, this girl isn't going to take shit from anyone, and I like that. She's going to accept the effects of gravity gracefully, so let's take the high road and keep the talk about her future saggy boobs to a minimum. |
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It's kind of a shame, though. These two seem perfect for each other. Does she really think that she'll be able to find another boyfriend with an incredibly large head for his body? Come on, girl. Biology is destiny! |
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You can't tell from the small image, but I swear this model has belly button lint and is wearing a clear retainer. In fact, she's kind of awkward in general. Maybe her image appeals to the pre-teen demographic, who are so desperate to find their mate for life. -- When I was thirteen I got to second base in a movie theater that was showing Back To The Future II. So in conclusion, yes, pre-teens have the world all figured out. |
I wasn't at the photo shoot, but I'm fairly certain the photographer didn't tell the model that her motivation was poultry. |
Also, I am pretty sure the area around her midsection has been digitally altered because you can't even see one rib! Now let's get this floozy another fix. |
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I like that the building coming out of his left (your right) shoulder kind of looks like a dildo as if to say, "Look, you may not be able to tell if I am into chicks or dudes, but either way, I'm comfortable with the dildos, capice?"
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Unless this is a public service announcement for "Milk, milk, lemonade, the other side's where fudge is made," I think it's time True stopped using lowest common denominators like sex appeal in their advertisements...
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