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Thanks so much, Facebook.

Apparently Facebook knows that I'm thirty-two. And it suspects (perhaps rightly so) that I'm overweight. Evidence? you suggest. Sure: This is was on my sidebar when I logged on just now. The thing about this ad (other than the fact that ultra (or extreme, or über, or especially) green tea probably won't make me this freakishly ripped) is that someone, somewhere saw a similar ad and said, "Yessir, that there seems like a good investment!" Someone had to believe it... and then buy it -- the result being that UltraGreenTea's Marketing Department got all chubbed out and ad crazy. This is probably the same guy who answered the first Viagra spam.

Yes, this is my theory: it's one guy. For every instance where we say, "And then some guy ruined it," ninety-five percent of the time, it's the same guy. This is the guy who answered the first Nigerian money scam, the guy who fell for the first pyramid scheme, the guy who first invited Jehovah's Witnesses inside his home and was all, "This is a fan-tastic religion you fellas got here! If only my the rest of my neighbourhood knew about it..."

So we've gotta find this guy, is what I'm saying.

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How did they get that picture of you?
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