Never to shy away from the cutting edge, Arby’s has put all puppet dogs, talking gekkos, and wall-smashing fruit drink pitchers to shame with its brilliant spokes object, and by extension spokes state, the Arby’s Talking Oven Mitt.
Now, what kind of fascist, puppy kicking S.O.B. wouldn’t like this adorable spokes object?! When the Arby’s team is there giving each other high-fives, I, too, join in the fun and jump to my feet and “high-five” the hands on the screen. When the poor Arby’s Talking Oven Mitt is trapped under a pot-roast, I’m on the edge of my seat, my stomach in knots as I contemplate the fate of this poor, loveable Arby’s Talking Oven Mitt. When the Arby’s Talking Oven Mitt is on my screen, I’m part of the team, one of the guys, a member of the crew. I can taste that juicy, delicious roast beef in my mouth. Mmmmmmmm…Jamocha Shake…
Plus, it illustrates the fact that nothing is too banal for a Republican.
How come in the commercial with the Black Guy he has to be giving high fives to everyone and abusing the glove? Is Arby’s saying that black people must give high fives to everyone and enjoy physically abusing co-workers?
Whenever I see that Arby’s mitt, I keep expecting and hoping to see the “Hamburger Helper” glove burst in and then they’d have some kind of rumble. Perhaps with nunchucks, or throwing stars.
FYI, the actor playing the personal trainer in the sit-ups spot also played the well-hung porn star Zack O’Toole on Queer As Folk during the first season.
The gag article in the OP points out his similarity to the state of Michigan. If he really wants to represent Michigan (or look like it), the oven mitt needs an funny-shaped assistant, possibly named “Mackinack.”
