Shaping by approximation. Reply to the amusing posts and not to the others.
Shouldn’t we be celebrating that these two women are preventing their genes from re-occurring? And why o why didn’t the OP’s mom do the same…
It always sounds tempting, but my local store only has packs in Hungarian weights. I asked if they’d consider stocking the Viennese size, but they just laughed and threw me out.
Amen on the Whopper Freak-out commercials!
Hearing that guy’s voice saying “Get me a Whopper!” just makes me want to pound the guy silly.
At the end of my tenure as a retail manager my patience was so short for tempermental customers my reaction to anybody giving me orders such as “Get me a Whopper” would be met with a “Fuck you, leave the store now or I’m calling the cops to have them remove you.”*
*(Which I have done on several occasions sans the ‘F-U’)
Wow, there’s a lot of subtext in that commercial that I totally missed! I should pay more attention to stupid commercials.
I never noticed her rolling her eyes at the pharmacist either or thrusting the meds back at him. In my version she would have had to pay for the meds before he handed them to her and once she gave them back he’d have to toss them in the garbage because they can’t re-dispense meds once it leaves the pharmacy (which it did because it was in her hands and she walked away from the counter). No skin off his nose because she had to have already paid for them or he wouldn’t have let her walk away with them. So he’s been paid, the lady is a stupid bitch afraid of a little blood test and now has no other birth control until she gets to see her doctor and get a new prescription for a no blood testing BCP. Seems like the pharmacist is the winner here, in fact I’m pretty sure he’s rolling his eyes at her and chuckling in the background as the two chicks walk away.
But those other commercials where people are rude to clerks and other service people do suck.
I don’t like the Whopper commercials either. I can’t fathom what made anybody think that audiences would respond well to seeing customers berating employess like selfish, entitled assholes. The bitch at the drive-through demanding to see a manager pisses me off too. It doesn’t play as funny, these people just come off as mean and small and possibly psychotic. One Billion Red Chinese people don’t give a fuck about your whoppers, you psychos. Get something meaningful into your lives, for fuck’s sake.
I only buy the Czechs Mix.
The surge is working.
The OP is going off the rails on a crazy train.
I had mine striped. Checks made me look shorter.
It’s up there with “I’ve got a right to chicken done right!”
Well, with a name like that, who can blame him? It’s Slavic, isn’t it? Maybe Ukranian.
Well I’ve got plenty of potassium, and potassium’s plenty for me.
I’m just mad about potassium
Potassium’s just mad about me
They call me silvery white…
{Quite Rightly}
They call me silvery white…
The absolute worst aspect of Whopper Freakout is the manpussy manager in the one that’s so uptight, so militarily dedicated to his little tiny shred of power - being an assistant shift manager at the local burger king built inside a truck stop - that he can’t even remove the stick from his ass in order to participate in the prank. Yes, I’m talking about the manager that says, with all of the confidence and panache of an emasculated second-grade teacher, “We’re just playing a little prank on you, heh-heh.” WAY TO SELL THE JOKE, CORPORATE PUSSY.
The first rule in composing a Whopper ad rant people can get behind is to add a side of homophobia, an extra-large sexism with ice and a side of cunt nuggets.
(emphasis mine)
Hep-C is only rarely transmitted sexually, it is blood-borne. Entitled, dismissive whores are no more likely to contract it than, say, VCO3.
Come to think of it, did **VCO3 **change his name? I missed the memo, but his unique style is unmistakable.
See, if the parents had visted the Eugenics Officer, we wouldn’t have this problem.
d&r
Dude, that was some fucking mad shit, but it didn’t half make me laugh!
Idiot though he may be, he wins the internet. For, I dunno, the next 15 seconds anyway.