If it's the choice of plastic flamingos it's the one for me!

THE CHOICE
THE CHOICE
THE CHOICE
THE CHOICE
THE CHOICE

The flamingo was painted on the door; John felt it staring into him. A finger had written in blood on the door. It said �mirrorS arE morE fuN thaN televisioN�. The flamingo turned to look at him, both eyes now fixed on his. John felt exposed. It said �thE flesH oF falleN angelS� in a cold, mechanical voice.

Goddamn 80's

If I had one of those monster Walkmans I'd hollow it out and put an MP3 player inside it. Then I'd carry it around with me everywhere while wearing glasses I don't need and a gas station attendant's shirt that's got someone else' name on it. The overload of silent irony would utterly destroy the jocks who beat me up in highschool.

Terrible David Bowie impersonators: the choice of millions

That computer had over 100 kilo-bytes!

Where's my cocaine?

I prefer the Justice remix.

Sanyo uber alles

4 for nostalgia and one for the fact that I remember this ad clear as day due to how awful it was.

I'm now glad my hdtv is a Sanyo.

...............and it's gone.