Ads On The Road

A quicl & successful up-and-back road trip for us advertravelers. The RV is returned, u-haul is gone, semi truck is back… now it’s nap time.

Advertising + Event = …Advent? Hmm, we’ll work on that. Regardless, ton of people getting ready for a crazy time!

Just rolled over the 50,000th mile on the company van. Where’s my raise?

Hi. Your friendly neighborhood advertravelers, here. Prepping for a big out-of-town adstravaganza tomorrow. Gonna be admazing. …Ads.

As the sweat stains in my hat grow bigger, as the sun goes down, and the gas tank creeps toward E, all I can say is it's been quite a trip.

The Creative is full of dirty jokes today! Where was this last week!?!? Awesome.

Just had a créme brûlée in the middle of nowhere while discussing childhood reprimanding and spanking techniques. Only on the road.

Anyone need us to pick anything up from Brothers In The Hood Market? How about Jesse's subs (which is next to the funeral home)?

Fill 'em up! campl.us/einh

Uh oh... Is that the smell of gasoline in the morning? Is The Producer, The Shooter, The Creative, and The Account Guy at it again?

We're back! Hopefully it was as fun for you as it was for us. Thanks for following. This is @AdsOnTheRoad, signing off. (...until Tuesday)

8 days, 3,000 miles, and 107 tweets later, we met tons of cool people and got countless hours of footage. Now, who's gonna edit this thing?

Discussing what makes Joe's Crab Shack different than Dick's Last Resort, Producer told Shooter "they have more fish than Dick's." hilarious

Also, if anyone ever needs someone to drive them 3,000 miles without batting an eye and play eclectic mixes, The Producer is your man.

Well, The Producer, The Shooter, The Creative, and The Account Chick & Guy have all survived with an hour and a half to go. I'm impressed.

Know what's fun? Sinus pressure in elevated mountain landscapes. In other news, napalm to the eyes is good for cataracts.

Idea for new amusement park ride: take people on an RV through the twists and turns of mountain roads. Call it: The BARF-V.

Crossed the lines back into the Tar Heel State. But screw tar, The Producer is burning rubber!

Sluggish to get up. It's either the sinus infection or the denial that I won't be traveling w 3 guys anymore. ...Probably the sinus thing.

...It was a good Last Supper.