Sarah Marshall, 32, whose street name is “Speed Queen,” was once a member of her high school debate team back in Van Buren, Ind. That was before the voices in her head started to talk to her. She roams the streets at night looking for half-finished fast food, and bottles and cans she can return for deposit. When exhaustion overcomes her, she curls up underneath the bushes near a gas station. As she drifts off to a frightened half-sleep, she glimpses a billboard advertising this week’s Judd Apatow comedy: “Those Jeans Make You Look Fat, Sarah Marshall.” She plucks listlessly at her filthy Levis and asks herself: Why? Why did someone add to her torment by paying money to take out those billboards? It’s a good thing that this hypothetical schizophrenic isn’t wandering around L.A., where the billboards are a little more bold: “You Suck, Sarah Marshall.” Let’s pretend it’s not a deranged transient but rather an elementary school girl who happens to have that name and gets to see this message up there every where she goes. Too bad she doesn’t have enough money for a billboard that says “Judd Apatow, You Suck Also.” This LA Times article by Alana Semuels describes the discomfiture of a couple of real-life Sarah Marshalls who have to see that billboard everywhere; if past experience is any judge, they’ll be up there far longer than the movie in question is at the theaters.