What would Jesus buy?
Sorry we're late: God's been trying to kill everyone associated with the comic.
Almost immediately after I wrote this one, Toronto was buried under the worst snowstorm in 63 years, Jamie's wife dropped their Jeep off for minor repairs and the attendant promptly drove it into a brick wall, the real Lori hit a patch of black ice on the highway and spun 360 degrees into the path of oncoming traffic and our Creative Director was nearly fried when the whump on the roof of his car turned out to be a live wire knocked loose by the weather. I just got food poisoning, lost eight pounds in two days and missed the agency party due to dehydration. I'm frankly amazed you've been able to read this far without turning into a pillar of salt.
At the risk of further provoking Divine Retribution: 19.
-Graham
P.S. I'm so painfully jealous I didn't come up with this campaign.
