Dear Sirs,
I've been seeing a great deal of your recent advertising campaign that focuses on a new style of skirt your retail outlets are offering.
Anyway, I'd like to thank you for taking an already messed-up song, Rick James' hit "Super Freak," and transforming it into a bastardized, weak-sauce rendition with the tag line, "Super Skirts."
And while I applaud you and your advertising agency for their efforts to break new ground in the field of poolside choreography, I feel the need nonetheless to make one simple request:
Next time, screen your dancers for speech impediments. One of your semi-immersed rhythmic movement interpretators appears to be singing the lyrics, "Thooper Freak, Thooper Freak."
Thank you.
Posted by Jeff at June 4, 2005 07:17 PM | TrackBackWell, he may, indeed be singing "Thooper Thkirt" to avoid hissing S's. Choir teachers have a few dodges -- maybe the poor yock just listened to his teachers.
Posted by: Scorpio at June 5, 2005 11:04 AM