Really, guys? I mean, I get that it's probably your last name, but for Pete's sake, it's 2010, and if you think anyone's going to walk past that sign without tittering, you are hopelessly wrong. But then, maybe you're just very savvy businessmen.
(Sorry for the very poor quality here. I was walking.) Dear Sir, St Marks Place in Manhattan NYC is most certainly on the list of Top Ten Places to Never Ever Go Barefoot. Best of luck to you.
So, you put on the jacket of sequins, looked in the mirror, and decided you weren't looking silly enough, so you put on the flowery skirt, huh? I've been there. Except it was Halloween and it wasn't a Tuesday.
I have to believe that the owner of these teeth spat them out onto the sidewalk on purpose. Unless he was really distracted by something else and only noticed the holes in his mouth when he got home. Gross.
I hope the girl on the far left is embarrassed to be friends with the other two. (You can't really see it here, but the girl in the white jeans was wearing black underwear. I shouldn't be able to tell you that.)
Who can explain this ad campaign to me? I'm pretty sure that Don Draper would fire whoever came up with this. And then he'd screw someone's wife. Yeah.