Please, jog my memory on why anyone willingly owns and/or endures the torture of a treadmill? Automated exercise is an automatic gamble with serious injury. Are the odds in your favor?
If you ask me, the beach sells itself-- but this works too. I like to think of it as the more mature (read: dirrty) version of "Where's Waldo?" That is, can you spot the indiscretions?
"Ultra low-cost" Spirit Air doesn't offer complimentary snacks, drinks or checked bags — but they sure can serve up some offensive advertising! Pilots, flight attendants, and reps from the Association of Flight Attendants are wishing they'd pull their risqué ads, which use double entrendres that refer to female flight attendants' body parts and loose sexuality. Their ads have invited customers to enjoy its DD's (deep discounts) and "MILFs" (many islands, low fares), which as some of us know, is an acronym for "mothers I'd like to f*ck."
Someone must be hard up for cash. The dude above put his neck up for sale as advertising space. The highest bidding company or individual would win the unique privilege of having their logo, name, or design tattooed on the seller, but the bidding term ended and no one made the minimum $2000 starting bid.
When the going gets tough, the tough get desperate. The only thing these signs advertise is a need for new management. Who makes the professional decision to give his own laundromat the nasty reputation of "skid mark central"?
They've really lost their heads out in advertising land.
Thanks, Ad Freak!