Dear Google Ads:

EWWWW.

First you offer me a horse-incinerating device . Now you’re trying to sell me Axe body spray for my mannequin? I mean, everyone needs their mannequin bow-chicka-wow-wow fresh, right?

Because that’s normal, right?

Seriously, Google, you’re creeping me out. Quit it.

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