The Destroyer Of Dreams Has Returned

My arch-enemy has resurfaced...

INT. NAMELESS ADVERTISING AGENCY - DAY

A group of advertising executives sit around a big conference table.

CHIEF ADVERTISING EXECUTIVE
The state of North Carolina has asked us to come
up with a new campaign to get people interested 
in their state lottery. It's for scratch-off    
tickets.                                        

OTHER ADVERTISING EXECUTIVES
(in unison)
Ugh.                                            

CHIEF ADVERTISING EXECUTIVE
I know, I know. I'm not very excited about the  
project myself. But in this economy, we can't   
exactly turn away new clients. Anyway, they want
us to use a well-known celebrity, a trusted name
in the state. Any ideas?                        

OTHER ADVERTISING EXECUTIVES
(in unison)
Andy Griffith!                                  

CHIEF ADVERTISING EXECUTIVE
Nope. They specifically stated NO ANDY GRIFFITH.
They feel he's over-played. Any other ideas?    

Silence.

CHIEF ADVERTISING EXECUTIVE
Anyone?                                         

JUNIOR EXECUTIVE
(sheepishly)
Sir? I think I may have an idea...               

And thus an ad campain was born:



So now I get to be reminded of how Ric Flair destroyed my dream job by watching him Woo!, wobble about, and trade barbs with a fellow senior citizen on my TV every twenty minutes.

Woo!