The new one for the Nissan Maxima; the car is shown outrunning a grim reaper riding a horse. Can’t any car out run a horse?
Don’t you get it; The faster you drive, the better chance you will have of cheating death. Einstein said it too; the faster you go, the slower you age, or did I get that backwards?
I have to admit, the singing bellybuttons made me laugh. I don’t know why. Most commercials, the guy and I look at each other with a long-suffering look on our faces after we view them. (Do you guys get McCain’s food commercials too? Every stinking one of them is a rancid, steaming pile.)
Hellloooo, *wishbone. This isn’t some old nag that Death picked up wholesale down at the feedlot. This is, like, the steed of the Grim Reaper. You can’t outrun that.
How about those commercials for “electric muscle stimulators” or whatever the hell they’re called. The actors in the commercial attach the wires to their muscles and sit there with vapid grins, their muscles twitching like wired-up dead frogs in a biology experiment.
“Tone up without working out! Sit in your barcalounger all day and still look like Arnold Schwarzenegger!”
Those stupid electrostimulator pads - just saw a commercial for them, now describing them as “a massage”. Gack!
TheOtherOne, I’d love to get that look, but every time I ask her out she shoots me down.
The one that is just driving me fucking bonkers - a stupid car commercial of some sort where the guy is driving around and singing some horrendous song - All I want to do is to thank you blah blah blah. OUCH!! That is so horrendously annoying, and it pops on and I don’t even have time to hit the mute button because the worst part of the song is the first fucking line! I HATE that song and commercial so bad, I would pay a thousand dollars to never have to hear it again in my life. And I’m serious. Now it’s stuck in my head again. NOOOOOOOOO!!!