Dear Lance Armstrong, here is what I'm tired of

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.