God the Bounty Hunter

In Baltimore, we do small business big. Like, biblically big:

I was barely able to get a picture off before this guy ascended into heaven (or turned down Lexington Street), leaving me with nothing but questions. Can't blame him for wanting to affiliate his company with a blue-chip name, I guess.

It gets better. They have access to a video camera, editing equipment and local cable ad buys:






Safe to say the Man Upstairs has put Judgment Day on His calendar. In ink.

Other acts of vehicular adslaughter: Rage Rover; Your Busses Are Belong to Us.
And the ad gospel according to J-hizzy: Spiritual Water; ShamWow for the Soul.