The news today that Sam's Club, a division of Wal-Mart, has chosen StrawberryFrog to handle creative chores for the warehouse chain reminds me of all those weddings I used to go to in California at which couples being married by Navaho Priestesses or Tibetan Monks would swear everlasting love throughout eternity, only to be divorced six months later. Guys, this isn’t going to work, I’ve been around too long and drunk the Kool-Aid too many times to know that Sam’s Club and StrawberryFrog can’t succeed… Just look at the names for crying out loud. It isn’t chemistry, let alone Kosher. No one who works in Arkansas wants to admit to his golfing buddies while getting plastered on the weekend that he’s working with a bunch of New Yorkers by the name of StrawberryFrog. C’mon, get real!
Heck... We stomp on critters like that in Arkansas
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