Advertising never sleeps.
Really, it doesn’t. Cause the client called me at 11.53 p.m.
No, he’s not trying to have a sordid affair with me.
No, he’s not trying to have a “pay-per-click” session with me, if you know what I mean.
Dude, it’s 23.53 on a Saturday of the F1 weekend. Please go home and lay your wife.