Have y’all seen the ad for the magic ring that can tell your
respiratory rate, heart rate, HRV, blood oxygen levels, and body temperature - but wait there’s more!
Oura Ring - “the mood ring for the 21st century.” /s
Have y’all seen the ad for the magic ring that can tell your
respiratory rate, heart rate, HRV, blood oxygen levels, and body temperature - but wait there’s more!
Oura Ring - “the mood ring for the 21st century.” /s
Have only just seen the T-Mobile ad with Jason Momoa and two dweebs my wife assures me are from Scrubs. Absolutely irritating.
I keep seeing a commercial where some idiot has found “the perfect side hustle!” - selling her cast-off designer duds. What a great money-making plan.
I’ve been fortunate enough not to see that one until just now. Good lord.
Did you read the comments? Nothing but hyperbolic, over-the-top praise for how wonderful Jason Momoa is and how the commenters watch the commercial over and over again (although one, at the bottom, simply said “Horrible!”). And nearly every user ID is a name with a string of numbers after it. I wouldn’t have been surprised to see SteveBuscemi696969 post a “How do you do, fellow Youtubers” comment.
One of the best ads on TV. Okay, that is a low bar, but still.
It’s the attempt to re-cast something quite sad–being so hard up for cash that you have to sell your clothes–into something Hip and Cool, that irritates.
(And yes, it’s also stoooopid: spending a ton on designer clothes and then selling them for a fraction of what you spent, is not a way to get ahead financially.)
I think there’s a medication available that would fix that for you. Ask your doctor about it!
j/k
The pill bottle trick takes practice. Just think how many times that hand model had to do that to get them to roll out so effectively AND with the logos the right side up. Not one pill rolling off their hand on to the floor, the abyss, where all pills go. Never to be seen again.
And people say hand models have an easy job!
What always amazed me in commercials was how people wash their faces. They stare into the mirror and rub really thick, foamy. . . foam in circles on their cheeks and foreheads. And then cup some water in their hands and throw it onto their faces from a foot away.
We’re a minute away from a blood sugar monitor ring!
Yeah, baby!
With their hair held back by a satin ribbon tied in a pretty bow.
Ya mean, it’s not really like that?
Pbrffftttt.
No, real women have panda headbands.
I think I posted earlier how I HATE that term. GAH!
However…
I bought, from some broke Poshmark Sidehustler, a specialty Wilton mini Bundt pan, to match the one I have. You see…a pan is 12 mini cakes, but the recipes are for 24 mini cakes. You can’t just sit around waiting for the cakes to cool. Gotta bake, gotta dance!
You can’t get the one I have anymore, and I need them to match!
Hint: Divide by 2, or multiply by .5 if you prefer.
I divided my number of pans by .5. Is that what you mean?
A side hustle that requires her to have a closetful of lightly used designer clothes. That’s so outside my experience; I don’t think I own a single designer item and everything is worn repeatedly to the point that it’s worn out.
The latest push by Coca-Cola to get people to drink poison, I think it’s for “spiced” Coke, the guy sitting there guzzling the garbage is bad enough, but do we have to listen to close-up sounds of his throat while he’s swallowing it? It’s triggering my misophonia.