I want to cut the butts off of the Cricket phone people. Seeing adolescents perform craptastic Aretha Franklin impressions of Otis Redding’s “Respect” in youtube-esque collages was the most annoying commercial I had seen in a long time - until I saw their new one which features a teen girl dancing on the dining room table singing the same overdone song while kicking shit at her parents.
I have no idea what the Cricket phone people do, but I don’t want them doing it any more.
At no extra charge I will throw in a radio commercial: 1-877-Kars for Kids. Holy Christ the repetitiveness of this annoying jingle makes the vomitus rise in my throat and it has assured that I will never EVER donate my kar, truck or boat to them no matter how many kids it would help.
In case they thought I was on the fence about it, the jingle now comes in “rock” and “reggae” versions further solidifying my “not helping kids” stance.
Where’s the Tylenol?