And you don't get one!
Remember when I was convinced that Coca Cola was out to get me by releasing a bastard version of PepsiKona as soon as I began my Coke boycott?
Well, it has happened again.
I swore off Sprint a number of years ago after their phones kept breaking, and they piled on all these obscene charges for, like, having a phone number, and their customer service people insulted my mother.
Now.
Who is Sprint's new spokesman? RON fucking LIVINGSTON, my one and only long-standing celebrity obsession. And he's wearing a suit. And his hands are all, like, in the suit pockets. And he's, I dunno, all cute and shit. And now I feel obligated to switch to Sprint because I want to support Ron Livingston's wonderful, sexy career (which I can't seem to do with his awful [cancelled?] show, Standoff).
On the plus side, my boyfriend = Ron Livingston. See?
Eh? Eh?!
Well, it has happened again.
I swore off Sprint a number of years ago after their phones kept breaking, and they piled on all these obscene charges for, like, having a phone number, and their customer service people insulted my mother.
Now.
Who is Sprint's new spokesman? RON fucking LIVINGSTON, my one and only long-standing celebrity obsession. And he's wearing a suit. And his hands are all, like, in the suit pockets. And he's, I dunno, all cute and shit. And now I feel obligated to switch to Sprint because I want to support Ron Livingston's wonderful, sexy career (which I can't seem to do with his awful [cancelled?] show, Standoff).
On the plus side, my boyfriend = Ron Livingston. See?
Eh? Eh?!