What? Waitaminute! I thought Titsling was a historical word for a traitor. I gotta go look this up.
I pride myself on the ability to withstand varying degrees of commercial insanity but I HATE this stupid ad. As previously mentioned, there are about a jillion words that rhyme with air. Why do people think this is okay? Why??
I am misunderstood. No way do I mean to imply that Doper dudes would be customers, we are way too hip to fall for some crap like this, I mean to feed on the teeming herds. Doper chiquitas, on the other hand, are savvy enough to know that a gift from my store could erase a multitude of sins.
“What? You fucked his brother, shot his dog, and sold his pickup truck to buy drapes? Girlfriend, got you covered…”
Dude, I totally got some rad boxer shorts from VS one time. Of course, I didn’t buy them. They were from a chick. But still. They’ve got dude stuff there.
He’s talking about his store. Where chicks pay off their debts by buying us frilly things. Sort of lambasting the stupidity of this kind of ma . . .
Dangling Modifiers.
You know, I’m disappointed this thread has got to a third page without someone making a “Burma-Shave” reference… 
A hint of skin
It’s not a sin
You’re in like Flynn
Don’t leer, just grin.
Burma Shave
Don’t be a slave
To the need to shave.
When it’s time for a shave,
Use Burma Shave.
Burma Shave.
To get the most
From lace and frills
You must denude
Your sweet Brazils
BURMA SHAVE!
. . .
Well done, BG.
Golf Clap
Masterfully done, BrainGlutton. 
Tits are flapping
In the wind
Cause air’s all that’s holding them
Up and in
Burma Shave
So, if a Victoria’s Secret model is on a treadmill…
. . . we will all watch transfixed. (Put the camera behind her, guys!)
There once was a gal with tits nice
Her air bra did surely entice
…But her poems sucked truly
…The Pit grew unruly
But 40 dollars, man, what a price!
Victoria’s girls are quite dashing
The commercials are well worth rehashing
…Their bodies are toned
…Their breasts silicone’d
Though their wit is worth a few lashings.
There was a young gal on the tele
Who sure had quite a nice belly
…She spoke of wires and wings
…and other such things
And I bought some more K-Y Jelly.
There’s a vid on the YouTube
Requiring the usage of lube
…Where a girl reads a poem
…(Or at least I’ve been told)
I’m only here for the boob.
I feel pretty dirty, now. At least I was able to limit myself to two references to sexual lubricants, one use of the word “tits,” and only one forced rhyme that doesn’t rhyme at all (poem/told).
I love a young lass on a treadmill
(Especially if she hails from Brazil!)
…Viewed from front or from rear
…No complaints shall ye hear
For I’ll watch and be happy, I will!
The fair model’s thighs were a-flashing
While engaged in some light treadmill dashing.
Her buttocks enhanced
Her mammarial dance
Which resulted in many tongue-lashings.
Looking at lovely breasts
is no time for poetry tests,
So the words don’t ryhme
and it’s less than sublime,
MY GOD, WHAT A RACK!
This commercial, though agreed to be sucky,
has had an effect that is ducky.
We’re filling the pit
with poems on tits
And that, my friends, makes me feel lucky!