The one for psychics, where the lady says, “Talking to a psychic over the phone, I’m a bit skeptical.”
Because it’s on the PHONE?
If psychics are real, why do you have to call them?
And why do psychics ‘prove’ their ability by telling you useless trivial about yourself??? I already know what my father’s name was, I know what my birthday is and my favorite flavor of ice cream or whatever.
Just tell me what the winning lottery number will be tomorrow. I promise I’ll give you half the pot if it comes up.
Please don’t bastard-shame.
“She saw me owning my own yoga studio.” What, she’s going to say she sees you in a dead end job at Planet Fitness?
“Call her call her call her call her call her call her call her call her”
I have no idea what the advertised show is supposed to be about, but if the thoroughly miserable appearance of the people in the ad wasn’t enough of a turn-off, that little sound bite the network insists on playing multiple times per hour has me ready to throw the TV out the door.
Forgive me if this commercial has already been covered; I looked at the last four pages of thread and didn’t see it, though it might be older.
The commercials for the cell phone service Cricket drive me nuts. One in particular is when their annoying little mascots, these colorful spheroids with arms and legs, call one another just to say “Hiiii…” “Hiii…” (silence) “OK, Byyyyye…”
Cricket: When you have nothing to say, we’d love for you to pay us so you still use a cell phone for some undiscernable reason.
It’s a repeat from last year. I hate it soooo much!
I hate that one so much, I would waste one of my 3 genie wishes on making it never air again.
The one for some clothes laundering product where two people meet each other on a blind date. Dude is kind of disheveled, with a vee neck tee that’s all stretched out. Dude says to girl “you look amazing” and girl passive aggressively says “and you look . . . amazingly comfortable”. First off, Dot, you look pretty damned dull in your Church dress to be taking that attitude. And what dude, even a clueless one is going to go out looking like that. These two numpties deserve one another.
I’m not defending that commercial, but the full version of it helps a little in that you see that he takes off his pull-over sweater as they are sitting down, suggesting that he didn’t really intend to have his t-shirt on full display, but perhaps the restaurant was too warm for what he had chosen to wear.
That talking steering wheel thing has a name now!
“Turner” was really the best they could do?
Some decades ago, Paul Harvey (who gave the noon news on just about every radio station in the country, and famously did his own commercials) had Bose for a sponsor, and tried to sell their vastly overpriced radios to his elderly audience.
In one of the commercials, he related how Gertrude was talking to Mildred on the phone, and she heard Mildred’s Bose radio playing music in the background, and was instantly enthralled by the best fidelity she had ever heard, and ran right out and bought one.
Again, she heard this unmatched fidelity over the phone. A 1980’s phone.
And that’s … the rest of the story.
Good Day!
Hey, phone quality was amazing in the 80s. You could hear a pin drop. Just ask Candace.
This Progressive commercial with the really annoying Fran Drescher sound-alike.
A local accident lawyer has an ad:
“After a trucking accident, I watched the good people of our city struggle to pay their bills. This is unacceptable on my watch.”
Wait, you had a trucking accident? And how did that affect other people? Does that mean you were driving the truck?
Twice in the past couple of days, I’ve seen (and muted) a commercial where Franklin Graham (need I say more, but I will anyway) talks about the need for Jesus during these troubled times, invites viewers to say the prayer of salvation, and then does it.
And truthfully, I feel the same way about that commercial Ron Reagan Jr. does for some atheist foundation, the one that always airs during the presidential debates.
Admitting up front to not reading the whole thread, but how the hell does the Gecko ring the doorbell?