As a child I used to say “Oh, I’d love to be an Oscar Meyer Weiner," but as I got older things changed. I began getting ideas. People would tell me, "They're Grrreat!" I thought of different jobs, perhaps as a photographer or journalist, but I said to myself, "Where's the cream filling?" I crave the wave. So I got some solid advice. Obey your thirst. I decided to just do it. I wanted to go head first into the world of Advertising.

Some say the business is strong enough for a man, but made for a woman. I believe it. I’m built Ford tough. My ideas might get knocked at, but my heart is strong. It takes a licking and keeps on ticking. There are ideas in my head that are mmm mmm good. Better yet, finger lickin' good. You hear me? No really, can you hear me now? I wanna speak to the heartbeat of America. I wanna reach out and touch someone. I wanna say funny irrational things and smart educated things. Because really sometimes you feel like a nut, sometimes you don't.

Fifteen minutes could save you fifteen percent or more on car insurance. Or it could be the amount of time it takes to prove to you that I am a damn good copywriter. Hey, don’t hate me because I’m beautiful. Hate me because my ads will sell. So, when you care enough to send the very best. Send them me. And remember, there’s always room for Jonell-O.