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Facebook’s contextual ads are a constant source of amusement for me.

If I am on a good running kick, they make me feel good with constant ads for various running-related paraphernalia. If I am on my usual lazy-assedness kick, I get to feel crappy about myself with nearly constant ads of people with muffin tops claiming that Acai Berries saved their lives or some nonsense that cannot possibly be true.

(Side rant: I can’t understand people who fall for the latest “fad” in weight loss. If they ever actually DID discover some miracle that can actually make fatties thin, I’d be all over it, but so would every single reputable news organization in the WORLD. Odds are it would be backed by enough venture capital to buy and sell Jupiter, and wouldn’t, you know, require $50 a day Facebook ads to market it.)

I’m not sure what I said or posted that caused the above ads to pop up today, but I couldn’t resist a screen capture. First off, “Accepting Virginia Babies”? Into what? Why do I feel that people clicking on that ad will be encouraged to bring their babies to an un air-conditioned room at a Red Roof Inn to meet with a suspect “baby modeling agent” with a porn-stache?

Your baby has potential, baby.

Second, the obvious humor in the juxtaposition of a birth control ad and a “hey, you must have a baby!” ad totally killed me. To say nothing of immediately making me think of one of the best “Seinfeld” episodes ever.

Regardless, I will take sponges and babies any day over my usual ads, which tend to lean towards “You’re a dried up spinster with cobwebs in your womb, you’d better click here to find a guy pathetic enough to want to marry you, despite your obvious physical deformities!” any day.