Coming up with a great idea for a campaign. Coming up with it before anyone else.
Pamela Anderson in her red swimsuit jumping up and down for whatever reason.
Winning a hand in poker. Better yet, winning the whole game.
Ok, winning at Cluedo even.
Fine. Winning. Period.
Good drive-time music.
Winning an Effie Gold. Ahead of those stupid so-and-sos at the agency in black.
The thought of owning a Kindle. (Hint, hint.)
Eating at All Stir-Fry.
Coming up with the stupid ideas that you read on this blog.
Watching Star Wars. Any of them. Anytime. Anywhere.
Annoying my wife.
Annoying her friend Fancy Joint.
Annoying people in general.
Especially with my patented, copyrighted, one-in-a-million sense of humour.
And, finally, getting my wireless, broadband, 512 kbps Internet connection up and running after a week without it. All on my own, even. I’m a rockstar.
P.S. Thanks to Mrs. Foot for some timely and funny contributions to this post.
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