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Companies Begging for Spokepersons

Friends,
When you hear certain letter combinations in brand names, do you ever catch yourself thinking of the perfect spokesperson? I must confess this sometimes happens to me. Here are a few that hit me this week:
  • Progressive Insurance – Sean Connery. It’s just the perfect combination of “R” and “S” sounds.
  • Noosa Yoghurt – Jar Jar Binks. Yousa agree?
  • Magoosh Test Prep – Jack Black. Think Kung Fu Panda pinky grip.

As for Holy Donuts, the purveyor of this morning’s treats, I’ve been debating between John Cleese --perfect English accent—and Frances McDonald as Marge Gunderson, the police officer in the movie Fargo –those “O” sounds are just begging to be messed with. Any others come to mind?

Happy Friday!

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