The Olympics are over, but thanks to Old Navy, there's still reason to watch the tube...and for the second time in history, they have me gunning for commercials.
I HATE commercials. There's a reason God invented DVR...so I wouldn't have to watch commercials. No commercials is ANOTHER thing the BBC gets right. (You know, along with the Office, Sherlock, Who, countdown shows, etc, etc, etc.) Back in June, I found myself not being so hasty to push that fast forward button, because of Old Navy summer's dresses ads.
Oh, Jordan the Taurus, how I would watch any commercial break for thee.
Now that school is about to start, ON's hitting the commercial airwaves fast and hard with pre-school sales, with a little help from...the ole gang from West Beverly High.
Who WOULDN'T still choose Dylan? OK, OK...I admit it...as I've matured, I see the appeal of Brandon, but c'mon...I can't deny my 11-year-old self.
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