Your phrasing reminds me of the time I was at the L. A. County Fair, in the livestock section, looking at the wrong end of a cow. Ugh.
Lotsa luck pitching Febreze to cats. 
I have a buddy who has been to Hawaii 5 times on his credit card miles. If you’re already spending that money, getting points can add up.
If he’s expected to buy the donuts anyway, getting 2% back is something.
What gives you that idea? Do companies reimburse for donuts? I thought he had to get them because he was the low man on the totem pole.
If you pay off the balance every month, you don’t rake up any interest or fees.
That’s a bowl of mixed vegetables, with a liberal dose of broccoli. Yeah, it’s broccoli, but where do you get vomit?
It’s broccoli - you think it tastes better raw?
My latest hate: Humira ad for “moderate to severe plaque psoriasis”. Now I don’t have anything against people with this problem, but the ad is preposterous.
“So when my moderate to severe plaque psoriasis was also on display…” – Who talks like that? Who describes their own health condition in such vague terms with such a specific wording?
Tonight I saw an incredulous moron practically wetting his pants because KFC sells Pot Pies! Pot Pies! Pot Pies! Yes, they put all their leftover slimy garbage into a POT PIE, you moron. Is there some kind of contest at KFC to annoy the viewing public with these
blatting idiots on commercials?
Chicken pot chicken pot chicken pot pie!
What do YOU eat? Weeds?
Sensodyne. The jerky, constantly panning and zooming camera movements are annoying as hell, and their attacks on that dastardly fruit and its acid erosion are presented so seriously that it’s ridiculous.
I hate the conniving little snot that gets driven home from her babysitting job, checks out the luxuriness of the vehicle, and decides to up her price. “Hey, buy this car and it means you have to pay your babysitter more.” That’s going to sell them?
I use my GPS every day to work and home because I have a long commute and there are times often enough, because of accidents, construction, or weather, that I have to make a quick decision to take a detour. I don’t have to fiddle with the GPS as I navigate my way through unfamiliar exits and the Cleveland slums.
:rolleyes: It’s not about what I eat! And why are you curious?
It’s about an obnoxious commercial featuring an over-excited jackass who is shitting his pants with sheer excitement over a f’ing CHICKEN POT PIE. CHICKEN POT PIE. CHICKEN POT PIE. Jesus Christ. What a pathetic sad little jackass.
Just for a change of pace, how about one of the best commercials ever?
Wow. You stare at the strangest things. 
And for your information, I haven’t tried the KFC pot pies—yet. I sure like the ones Marie Callender sells in stores. 
KFC has had the chicken pot pies as a limited-time-only menu item for years now. Although it was some time ago, I’ve eaten it a few times. As fast food, it actually wasn’t too bad but it’s got about five days worth of salt, fat, and calories. That’s why I haven’t eaten it recently.
If you live near a Marie Callender restaurant, order a chicken pot pie in the restaurant sometime. Then, buy one at a supermarket and eat it at home. Compare and contrast.
No more Marie Callenders where I live. The last one closed nearly three years ago. That being said, I used to really like their frozen fruit “cobblers” (actually, they’re small pies). I really can’t eat those any more though.
Anyway, this thread is getting off-topic. Can someone step up and give us a dumb ad?
Discover Card commercial with twin sisters.
From this commercial we are led to belive the following things:
A) Sister who calls Discover doesn’t recognize her twin sister’s voice over the phone.
B) Sister doesn’t know where her twin sister works since she is surprised to be talking to her.
C) Sister working at Discover is able to give info about account without being given name or account info.
D) Sister at Discover is still unaware that she is talking to her twin sister even while looking at her info on computer screen.
Yes, I’m thinking “Bitch, there goes your repeat business.” But to be fair, she is a teenager, so maybe it’s just an opportunity for a lesson in economics and fair dealing.
The pot pies have been around for decades. I used to love them, and ate one once a week for lunch. Then for some reason they changed them slightly or something, and they weren’t as good, and I quit eating them. Haven’t had one in over 5 years.
My peave - the “Framily” commercial. First off, that’s just stupid.
Second, the one with the guy who gets told this, so he includes his fantasy football group. That’s right, he adds his wife, kids, and then his friends, but completely ignores people his wife might want to call a lot - like, say, her mother.
Hyundai Santa Fe Don’t Tell Mom commercial. For a couple of reasons.
First, the father is a typical TV dad, either clueless or just bad at parenting (setting a tent on fire, buying the kids massive sundaes, wrecking his bike, etc…), while the mom is shown taking her kid SKYDIVING, and apparently doing it very well (landing with 50 feet of their car).
Second, the tag line “The best stories start with Don’t Tell…” Unfortunately for me, I work with kids, some of whom have been badly abused, and one of the first thing sexual abusers say is “Don’t tell.” Personally, I can’t get past that.
My Dad used to take us three kids–my older brother, me, and our little sister–in the car, and he’d tell us bawdy jokes and stories–he’d say “Don’t let your mother know I told you this.” Stories like the “billiard drinker.” Then when we were all in the car (including my Mom) he told the story of “Tony Barone, the Son of the Beach.”
Dad is long gone, and our Mom is in her 80s. We kids are in our 60s now.