I heard a folksy ad for Fifth Turd Bank on guess what radio station. It starts out with a little acoustic guitar to relax our sphincter muscles, than tells about their Aw shucks “relationship banking.” I happen to have first hand knowledge of this relationship. Here's a clue about the type relationship it is: it starts when you bend over.
My down-home neighbors at fifth Turd were able to exercise basic human decency only after Greg Dawson of the Orlando Sentinel called them. It was stunning how completely the threat of bad publicity improved our “relationship.”
WMMO – Fifth Turd Bank - more than a feeling?