Can you remember what company it’s for? I want to watch the ad but it’s hard to look for on Google and YouTube without knowing the company name.
I tried to find it but couldn’t; it’s for Nationwide and the “Life Comes at You Fast” campaign, I believe.
Many times I find myself wishing that the four phone company geeks actually would beat Alltel Chad with a tube sock full of wood screws. What a smug little prick!
Zoggie,
Like you, my first thought it was marital aid, too. It’s always near the foot baths and blood pressure machines in the stores, so I’m guessing it’s advertised as a health item. For reduction of sexual tension? I dunno. As some of my fellow Japan Dopers can attest, women who try them out in the stores are extremely happy riding them. I always feel so dirty after seeing that. But it never stops me from looking. Maybe I’ve said too much. “More cowbell!”
It’s one of those silly gamesongs that kids between the ages of 9-12 like to sing on car trips and bus rides to summer camp. It involves picking up randomly selected items and tossing them around the group. Players take turns doing the “call” and the “response” during the tossing.
Call: This is a shoe.
Response: A what?
Call: A shoe.
Response: A what!?
Call: A SHOE!
Response: Oh! A shoe!
The “loser” is the one who flubs when it’s their turn to be the caller (e.g., either you can’t find an object to play with, or you hesitate when you’re naming it).
I don’t mind the commercial because it seems kind of realistic. I used to play games like that when I was a kid.
There are a couple of new commercials out for some fast-food chains “Orange Cream” milkshake. They each show a guy walking through a store, licking the outside of his milkshake cup because he hasn’t figured out that it’s not a Creamsicle.
Disgusting. I have to change the channel the second they come on, and I have vowed to forever boycott whatever chain is running them, if I ever figure out which one it is (hard to do when you refuse to watch the commercial to the end.)
Some yoghurt commercials where there’s these two (or sometimes more) women sitting around talking about how good the yoghurt is.
“Favorite song on the radio good!”
“Drivin’ barefoot good!”
“Cute best man good!”
“Gettin’ out of this bridesmaid’s dress good!”
The one woman (the caucasian with the short brunette hair) reminds me of someone I went to school with that everyone called “Duckface.”
God, I hate those!