Fun with Google Ads.
By Erik Hagen • Mar 17th, 2008 • Category: AdvertisingIf you’re one of those anal retentive types who notices every little detail of most everything you ever come across, you might have noticed the addition of advertisements to this site. This may have caused you many a sleepless night, wondering if I’d finally sold out to “the man.” Well, I haven’t. I just decided that it’d be nice to get paid to do this crap. Which I guess is still selling out, but yeah, shut up.
Click on the ads. Do it now. I’ll wait. Done? Click on them again. Come on. I’ve got gambling debts to pay off.
Anyway, all the posts now have Google Ads on the bottom of them, and Google Ads are, in case you didn’t know, word-sensitive. Which means if you use certain words frequently in a post they’re attached to, they’ll pick up on it and display ads in conjunction with those words. Fun, huh?
So since this is sorta my website, I sorta reserve the right to sorta screw around with my sorta advertisements. Got a problem with that? I didn’t think so.
Potatoes! Who like potatoes? I like potatoes! Potatoes are delicious and nutritious. There’s nothing I like to do more than eating potatoes. You might say that I’m a potato fan. I like potatoes in all kinds of ways. Baked potatoes. Mashed potatoes. Boiled potatoes. French fried potatoes. Potatoes stuffed inside of other potatoes. Yessiree, I like potatoes a lot. Potatoes.
Does anyone else like potatoes as much as I like potatoes? I mean really, really like potatoes? Because I like potatoes. I might even love potatoes. I wish I was eating a giant sack of potatoes right now. No, wait. Two sacks of potatoes. That’s how much I like potatoes, so much that I’m willing to eat two giant sacks of raw potatoes in one sitting. Mmm…potatoes.
Potatoes! Potatoes! Potatoes!
Potatoes!
Erik Hagen is the end result of the pairing of an X and Y chromosome. He was born into this world covered in blood, naked, and slightly hysterical. Very little has changed since.
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Okay, Google, so you’re playing hard to get, huh? You potato-eating bastards. Well, two can play this potato. I’m going to potato you so hard in the potato that you won’t be able to potato what potato. Potato. Give me potato or give me potato. You say potato. I say potato. Potato.
Potato.
Potato.
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Potato.
Gyah!
Yawn. Old news.
Didn’t know you recycle your PFB posts, Erik, my dear.