Tired? Tired? I'll tell you something, Lance Armstrong. I'm tired of being tired of your ads. I almost wish your silhouette were dancing and trying to sell me a mortgage I can't month. At least those ads had some pizazz.
These ads are worse than the "still single" ads I see of Facebook. Yes, I am, thanks for reminding me about how many weddings I went to this summer. But at least those have hot chicks. Sometimes.