Marketing

People often ask me for an explanation of "Marketing." So, here it is:

You're a lady and you see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and
say, "I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Direct Marketing.

You're at a party with a bunch of friends and see a handsome guy. One of
your friends goes up to him and, pointing at you, says, "She's fantastic
in bed."
That's Advertising.

You see a handsome guy at a party. You go up to him and get his telephone
number. The next day you call him and say, "Hi, I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Telemarketing.

You see a guy at a party, you straighten your dress. You walk up to him
and pour him a drink. You say, "May I," and reach up to straighten his
tie, brushing your breast lightly against his arm, and then say, "By the
way, I'm fantastic in bed."
That's Public Relations.

You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He walks up to you and says, "I
hear you're fantastic in bed."
That's Brand Recognition.

You're at a party and see a handsome guy. He fancies you, but you talk him
into going home with your friend.
That's a Sales Rep.

Your friend can't satisfy him so she calls you.
That's Tech Support.

You're on your way to a party when you realize that there could be
handsome men in all these houses you're passing. So you climb onto the
roof of one situated near the center of the block and shout at the top of
your lungs, "I'm fantastic in bed!"
That's Junk Mail.

You are at a party when a well built man walks up to you and gropes your
breast and grabs your ass.
That's the Governor of California.


You like it, but twenty years later your attorney decides you were
offended and he files a lawsuit on your behalf.
That's America.