Mother I’d like to Fondue.
Cannabalism is all the rage with kids these days.
“Chevy Trucks: Like a Rock”
Um…why would I want my truck to be like a rock? Big, heavy, no moving parts, doesn’t move unless you push it?
Damn, you, dantheman , damn you to hell! While reading this thread I felt the distant memory of that fucking commercial lurking in the depths of my brain, and I thought I’d successfully blocked it out until I saw your post! ARGH!! Now the stupid jingle’s stuck in my head, as it did for the first time when I was six years old. This means Belmont’s been running the same godawful ad for at least 23 years!!!
A thousand miles away, but not far enough. I curse you, dantheman.
[Slim Pickens]Ah am depressed.[/Slim Pickens]
Has no one mentioned the Clairol Herbal Essences commercials?
How about the Asswipe Bears, who hawk toilet paper? Highly disturbing. And I’m not too fond of the Northern quilters, either.
And any freakin’ L’Oreal hair-color commercial in which it’s stated that I’m “worth it.”
And damn near any diamond commercial, particularly the latest push to get us all to buy 3-stone rings.
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now that’s funny!
Oh, I don’t know; the Northern quilters aren’t so bad now that they’re actually quilting. Anybody else remember how when they first appeared, they were using knitting needles to quilt the toilet paper with??? WTF???
Niagara FALLS, On-TAR-io!
Marineland is the place to go!
They must have tested that jingle on lab rats to reach such a level of brain piercing obnoxiousness combined with memorability. I haven’t lived in the Northeast for seven years and I still remember that damn song. It’ll be in my head for days now.
Seein’ friends you miss!
A great big kiss!
Everyone loves Marineland!
I grew up in Edmonton, Alta, and I could sing the entire jingle start to finish without prompting. Its one of the very few jingles that I actually know.
I just about poo’d when I saw the comercial on TV again, but after I moved here to S. Ontario. I wanted to sing along to it and let everybody know about my screwed up regionalism, but I figured that having region-specific advertisements played at you in a totally different part of the country, wasn’t exactly a hardship.
Yep, I remember that commercial being played constantly on daytime TV when I’d be home sick from elementary school back in the mid-70s. It would play over and over while I stared listlessly at the TV in a feverish haze. And all I could think at the time was "are they saying ‘whatever you want, think Belmont’ or “whenever you want things, Belmont’?”
I don’t like ambulance chasers any more than the rest of us, but C&B’s latest TV commercial is actually pretty polished. Not too “fad-y,” and best of all its quiet and subtle.
I saw a new Target commercial tonight - a woman had a ton of Oreo packages, and stuck Oreo halves all over her walls for decoration. You could see hundreds of Oreos on the walls when it panned out.
Who would decorate with food that will go rancid and attract bugs? Is that commercial supposed to make me want to buy Oreos or shop at Target? Stupid commercial.
Those new Starbucks commercials kill me. The one I see the most is with a sleepy guy watching tv, and his animated business suit starts chasing him through the house. The guy battles with the suit for a while, but then he hits the fridge for a Starbucks espresso drink or whatever, and in the next scene he’s happily wearing the suit and trotting off to work.
Another one I haven’t seen too much is where some woman at work finds all her troubles (papers, staplers, fax machines, whiny people) adhering to parts of her body until she’s so dragged down, all she can do is gulp a Starbucks drink and then she can happily deal with all the crap she has to put up with.
Does it seem to anybody else that Starbucks is promoting the idea that if you hate your job, drink their coffee drinks and you’ll bend under the pressure enough to start to enjoy it? Drink Starbucks and conform!
I HATE the Northern Bears. I don’t want to see the stupid looks on their faces when they wipe. Yuck!
More Things I Hate
by sturmhauke
People who shouldn’t have pets but do anyway.
People who hang out in my truck’s very large blindspot, especially if they are driving a VW Bug or a Mini Cooper or something else tiny.
People who make a left turn from the right lane.
People who play the same goddamn rap song loud enough to rattle my windows, overandoverandoverandover.
People who call me at work because someone they know needs help, but who don’t know any details whatsoever.
Hell, just people in general. People suck.
When I used to ride my bike and take it on BART (that’s an electric train for you non Bay Area folks), a black kid asked me if I thought black people sucked. I looked at him like he was stupid, because he was, then I looked at my People Suck sticker on my bike. It showed a black stick figure with a red circle and slash. I told him no, pretty much everyone sucks. He didn’t have much to say to that, thankfully.
Maybe I should change my username to The Misanthropist.
Crap, wrong thread. Hand me some of that Quilted Northern, willl you?
The train station I use is right next to one, too. I just never grasped the “anything you want” part. You sell TVs! Why not just say, “Any electronic thingy you want, think Belmont!” or something? Why extend it to things that you cannot provide?
And not to mention all of those donate-your-car scams.
I like to listen to Jerry Remy call the Red Sox games on NESN on the satellite (because I miss John Lowenstein, thank you SO much Mr Angelos, but that is another rant), and there is a local tire company, I think it is, what had adverts featuring the owner of the place asking this little girl why her mum had chosen his place of business. I am a calm, happy little person, but that devil-child made me want to rip off my own head to prevent me witnessing for the 3 millionth time this kiddie’s incomprehensible speech…
I think the same place has switched to adverts featuring Dennis Eckersley…mmmm, Dennis…er, what’s the product again? 
I’ve always hated how the Charmin bears shake their asses at you after wiping them. First we must watch them wipe their asses, which is bad enough, but then those bastards have the nerve to shake them in our faces? And then that horrific jingle: Cha-cha-cha…Charmin!