Dyar--
Sorry, buddy... I went to the grocery store today, passed a Foster's Oil Can, and was immediately reminded of you....
Today:
"Fosters--that's that beer that Australian guy says is awful."
A decade from now:
Daughter: "When can we go to Australia and meet Mr. Fosters, the man with all the smurfs?"
On the other hand, the reminder kept me from tossing the oil can in the shopping cart.... I actually used to like the stuff OK in the army....