Two advertising gambits that failed to whet my appetite on a trip to the coast
I am not sure what to say about this thing. I suppose it does serve the purpose of alerting passersby to the fact that 400-lb fiberglass tunas are available to keep you company if you don’t feel like dining alone.
This guy doesn’t lure me in, either, with his promises of sweat-stained wife-beater and curly chest hairs in the tagliatelle. Not to mention the KRAY-ZEE eyes that foretell a rant about the bone-white mountains of the moon.
The last month was terribly slack on isoglossia.com and the conditions that caused that show no signs of abating, so the only way we’re going to live up to our pledge of posting every day this month is to let random pictures drive a great deal of the upcoming content. This will be the last one featuring anthropomorphic tunas.
“This will be the last one featuring anthropomorphic tunas.”
Promise?
Comment by Jane — Saturday 3 November 07 @ 21.43 MDT+2.00
Make him quit staring at me. And him. Both of them.
This looks a lot like Piran. Ah, Piran. Eh?
Comment by gaoo — Saturday 3 November 07 @ 23.39 MDT+2.00