Yuck! Who wrote this crap? I kept thinking it was a joke cartoon and waited for the Energizer Bunny or the Orkin guy to show up. It’s trying to sell toilet paper and features a cartoon bear taking a shit at the base of a tree. The close-up of the simper on his face as he wipes his butt with the subject TP makes me wince.
I’ve seen that one. I expect the same agency to go on to make a commercial for the Roman Catholic Church, starring Karol Wojtlya.
Oh, that’s not even the worst part. Have you noticed that he hands the roll of TP to the next bear in line without washing his paws?
The end is the worst part–the bear shaking his rear end to the “cha-cha-cha–Charmin” song.
The Bear shitting in the woods is in poor taste, agreed.
Personally, I’ve always wondered why anyone needs to advertise products like TP, or Vaginal Deodorants, or stuff for “heavy flow” days. Viagra now places inappropriate material in both gender camps, at least. “I used to have trouble getting a boner, but with Viagra, it’s hard as a rock!!” as honey looks on approvingly. “Yes, hubby can pump just like he did in High School!” Yay.
Hm.
When there’s a close-up of the bear touching the toilet paper with his finger, it kind of looks like the extended finger is a tail and the bent finger and thumb are his hind quarters. Then it gets extra gross, because it looks like it’s a close-up of him wiping his bear derriere. It always makes me giggle. Silly old bear…
Yea seeing the bear squat was just beyond the call
I think the clincher that told me someone was hitting the bottle in designing this was the facial take as (and I am guessing here) the bear wipes his furry ass with Charmin.
You would think his hemmoroids spontaneouly disappeared with that facial take
Oh and on Viagra
Bob Dole speaking for Viagra
BOB DOLE PEOPLE…if that image does not cause you to swear off it, think this way.
Sitting with my old roomate watching the commercial, he said “Boy I bet Bob is hilarious sportin wood and walking nude toward his wife saying “Look what Viagra did for me”.”
I was once again reminded how warped my old roommate is.
The pad commercials, shown at supper time, advertising bigger wings because pads leak and then showing a little bit of fluid ‘leaking.’ I don’t care if the fluid is blue, my imagination kicks into high gear and supper is ruined.
Then the Wall Street Journal ads, where grim looking, no nonsense women order the paper. They look about as affectionate as bricks, so I guess the meaning here is that if you are female, want to act like a man and be a corporate raider, you buy the Wall Street Journal.
The Wall Street Journal ads seem to be pretty condescending. Like the one where the twins were seperated at birth, and one was adopted by a couple who lived in the country and the dad was an outdoors type of guy, and the other was adopted by a couple from the city, who, of course, read the Wall Street Journal. The guy who read the Journal grew up to be rich, a business leader, and had a beautiful wife. The guy who grew up in the country and didn’t read the Journal grew up to be a trailer trash guy. Is this commercial actually telling us that unless you grow up reading the Wall Stret Journal, you’re going to be a loser?! I live in the country, don’r have a lot of money, and hardly ever read the Wall Street Journal(I did every once in a while when I was in school, but not on a regular basis), and I don’t consider myself a total loser with nothing to live for!
I don’t know what about that commercial annoyed me. It’s just a girl (and an attractive one, too) and her dog. Even by hitting the FFW it was too long.
Another pad commercial, this time from Japan. Charm brand, I think. As Dave Barry would say, “I am not making this up.”
The good citizens of Tokyo are screaming in terror as some giant Godzilla-period (blue, of course) is about to rain down out of the sky. Can nothing save them?
But wait! A giant Charm Super-pad swoops down (it has wings) to shield the city from the rain of mutant monster menstration! Tokyo has been rescued.
The advertisers even added a little message at the end saying “we apologize for this commercial.”
–sublight.
God I hate that ad. (Well, all the WSJ ads but that might be the worst.)
It’s so depressing to see it more and more blatently pronounced (and apparently accepted) that Money = Happiness: Personal Fufillment: The Only Kind of Achievment Worth Having, not to mention Moral Virtue.
And not having Money…excuse me, not having A Lot Of Money = Loser.
I was going to say something about the commercial with the talking toilet paper, but the WSJ is a lot more disgusting.
(And anyway, doesn’t the WSJ-reading-guy realize his beautiful wife is fucking the pool boy?)