All the Alexander Keith’s ads.
Not just the “Crazy Scotsman” ads, or the “popped collar”, but basically I hate the slogan “Those who like it, like it a lot”. I don’t drink it, won’t drink it, and a few friends knew that if I am buying, you had better not order Keith’s. (I mean a pitcher of draft -I may have bought a bottle or two if I am buying a round for a bunch of people.)
Omg that just got me thinking. I believe I have found a commercially viable purpose in colonizing the moon. We build, and stay with me here, a spherical baking pan that uniformly covers the entire surface of the moon. After that is done, we pour brownie dough or batter or w/e onto it and it will be held in place by gravity. We place the moon in a giant oven and voila, a batch of brownies WITH NO EDGES! I deserve a nobel prize.
My husband is convinced that advertising is made for me. I’m somewhat suggestible. I’ll see a Whopper commercial and, before long, I want a Whopper. Usually I brush it off, but sometimes, I just can’t.
I own (or have owned until I used it up) a Snuggy (and like it!), a Magic Bullet blender, a Big City Slider Station, Oxyclean, Magic Putty… all of those I used and enjoyed. (Well, maybe I didn’t enjoy the Magic Putty per se, but it did work well.)
All centres brownies? What are you people, weird? Crusty, crunchy, delicious brownie edges - mmmmm.
Corona. I already like the beer, but their ads - featuring a sublimely relaxed oceanside setting - make me feel even better about drinking it.
But what if I am actually doing it wrong, and he’s right?
How do you use up a Snuggy?
The Buffalo Wild Wings commercial that has been on during just about every time-out during the NCAA basketball tournament - the one where the bartender has the secret control panel to send the basketball game into overtime - has convinced me that I will never ever ever step foot into one of their restaurants.
I saw the Taco Bell shrimp taco and knew I had to have one. I thought it was the most delicious thing I ever bought at a drive-through window, and I’m going to buy as many as I possibly can before it inevitably disappears forever. (Replaced by something with hamburg, yellow cheese, and chili powder, no doubt.)
The “used or used up” thing is in relation to the whole list. Especially pertaining to the Magic Putty.
Then *he *can do it. Problem solved!