He anticipates getting right to the sex after serving this delicious dinner, and he doesn’t want to waste time doing dishes.
Sadly, you’re probably right.
Whose idea was it to use the theme from “Cheers” in an Applebee’s commercial? Since when is Applebee’s a place “where everyone knows your name”?
Also, the theme from Welcome Back, Kotter.
Welcome back. We always could spot a friend.
Was it a bottle of HeadOn?
Because if so, that type of commercial would be on-brand in the sense of being memorably stupid (though not in the sense of employing repetition-that-could-induce-ax-murders).
Haha yeah I forgot about those commercials. No, it showed a bottle of some prescription drug, that’s all I caught, it was so fast.
Well, I was at this Applebee’s once. Everyone seemed to know everyone else (except us)
Then his date sees the paper plate, and there goes the sex after dinner. And that’s before the spill.
As cochrane mentions, they were using “Welcome Back” for a little while after places started re-opening after the lockdowns. My suspicion is that some suit heard the line “to that same old place that you laughed about,” couldn’t get on board with the self-deprecating humor, and insisted on the Cheers theme. This theory is based on having known and worked with some suits.
In the commercial for Crown Royal an affable young Latin guy visits his mom and they toast with glasses of the stuff. Now, I grew up in a non drinking family but still - I cannot in my wildest imagination picture a son standing in the kitchen drinking shots with his mom.
Allstate’s new commercial where the lady wakes up in bed, rolls over onto the floor, wraps up in her blankets and rugs and whatever, and rolls her way across the lawn and down the street. “This is what total protection feels like.” Really, a claustrophobic nightmare about being stuck in layers of cloth so you can’t move, rolling perpetually down a hill getting dizzier and dizzier? That’s total protection? I think I’ll pass.
All she needed was a pack of Rolos.
My wife likes that one. I tell her it’s all fun until she gets her hed chopped off by a light pole.
Come over to my place on Thanksgiving or Christmas. My daughter will bring something creamy like Tequila Rose and my son will try out a new local borbon.
Are they really doing shots, or are they enjoying each others’ company over a glass of whiskey? I’ve done the latter with my mother plenty of times.
If they go further into that, then they have to include the whole rigmarole of liabilities, disclaimers, warnings, side-effects, contraindications, etc.
Hershey’s has a cute commercial with two little girls on the floor eating segments of a Hershey bar. I can’t unsee the girl on the right licking her fingers before handing a piece to the other.
Joe Namath has been hawking Medicare insurance. He whines. He begs. He annoys the hell out of me.
I’ve been noticing how much Namath looks like Shemp Howard.
I’m irrationally irritated by the close-up shots of the lady’s face with the stationary background. Is she rolling, or not? Why does she look so happy, that amount of fabric wrapped around her would be suffocating! (Also, it makes me think about that kid who, for his birthday, wanted to break the world record for the most underpants worn at one time…he could barely hold himself upright.)
In that case, “Ask your doctor about [prescription picture]” is a bit better than “Side effects include a flesh-eating disease of the genitals.”