Raise the banner high

I used to hate banner ads. You know what I am talking about, the ads that appear on web pages (sometimes obscuring the text you WANT to see and talking loudly.)

I used to hate them, but I have been beaten to submission.

I love them now.

Here is one from Pizza Hut...

... or should I call it PASTA HUT? I don't even know if I will be able to speak with my mouth full of 3 pounds of Pasta Hut pasta. Thanks Pasta Hut. You have filled up my Tuesdays for the rest of eternia. Or eternity. Whichever one isn't He-Man's planet...
OR SHOULD I SAY HE-MAN'S PASTA?


Who is this wrestler?

I wish Wildman Marc Mero was a choice. I am going to have to assume it's H. Three H. Yup.



Are you as proud of the U.S. Army as I am? I am always looking to thank them for their service to this country.

Maybe I shouldn't meet these soldiers. They may want me to thank them. Personally. I will just send them some pasta from Pasta Hut.
I could send it to their platoon... or should I say pastatoon? No, probably just platoon.


Hey! Banner ad's need your vote.

I must let others know that I dunk my cookies! But not those gay soldiers. I don't doubt that "dunk my cookies" is some secret code for some kind of lewd act.


This lady always wants me to go to this vaction place.

She just pops up and babbles and babbles. I hate her. But I could use a vacation... or should I say pastacation.
No, I probably shouldn't.

The glove:

I love that glove.

Now test your I.Q.

Obviously it's Burbank.