I will tolerate furries in a variety of contexts. They may exist on DeviantArt and LiveJournal and on obscure blogs. They may be mentioned and referred to in mainstream magazines as examples of weird but harmless fetishists. They make great sacrifices for their kink, and I respect that.
But goddammit, who the hell put them in charge of an ad agency and gave them the Orangina account? I can no longer drink this beverage! Now that otherwise delicious concoction is forever linked to yiffing, and that totally squicks me out.