Isn't it about time that the Godaddy.com "babe" either cashes in on her 2 1/2 minutes of near fame and poses naked for the 5 guys that find her remotely attractive or publishes a calendar entitled "G-String Theory?" I'll be looking for her calendar at Barnes and Noble in the 95% off bin next week. I hope the months are in order and are spelled right...
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I can't believe how much I hate the concept of streetwise talking babies. It just totally rubs me the wrong way. Sure Look Who's Talking, Look Who's Talking Now and Look Who Doesn't Give a Rat's Ass that Some Baby is Talking all made lots of money for John Travolta, but these damn Quizno's commercials and their damn talking spokesbaby Bob must be stopped. When the Texas State Legislature is done banning "Sexy Cheerleading" I hope they get on this little pain in the ass. Bob is truly inappropriate. Having full-grown women flirt with a baby that can't even eat the damn sandwiches he is pimping is just wrong. They should be flirting with me.
One last point for the people at Quizno's... How many paychecks did Joely Fisher and Adam Arkin cash for feeding this diaper soiling annoyance? Six, that's it, six episodes of Baby Talk. Let's hope these commercials die as quickly. Before Elliot Gould comes in as the Baby's grandfather.
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