Most of them feel like they're sucking the life right out of you. I am as grateful for the invention that is the DVR as anyone else. However, on occasion I will see a commercial where I wonder, "Why am I not friends with the person who made that?" or simply, "That ad person earned their money." I have only ever bought one thing from seeing it on a commercial: the grilled cheese bacon burger at Carl's Jr. The time I went through the drive thru and asked for it, and they said they weren't selling it anymore, I drove out without buying anything and haven't been back since. Damn you delicious burger on texas toast! Anyways, here are a few of the commercials that I actually like.
Jack in the Box
I swear every time he tries to say Chipotle and his mouth gets more tangled, I die. I actually cry laughing when it gets to the part where he slaughters, "Hasta Luego." As someone who understands Spanish but is afraid to speak it for fear of sounding like Jack, this commercial hits me in my funny bone for sure.
Quiznos got two 'cause both of these commercials make me say, "What the fuck?" Any commercial that does that is okay in my book. When I find something weird, that means it's weird...okay?
Umm, I am madly in love with all those men. Way to choose a good group of fellas to use to market your weird razor especially for men who "sculpt" their facial hair. I can dig it. Call me, Adrien Brody. *putting hand phone to face*
This one is obviously recorded off of someone's tv so I apologize for the quality. It's still a pretty great commercial. Probably because of my extreme love for this Violent Femmes song, and really that whole album.
The Crying Indian
Never have racial stereotypes been so funny.
I love this one 'cause that is almost my dream car ('68 Charger) and I kind of miss the blatantly sexist commercials of old. They amuse me.
Have an awesome weekend everyone. I'm about to head to my mom's to make a visit to the oh so dreaded box store Costco. I am going to price check their things like toilet paper, cat food, and such to see if I can't get it there cheaper than Target. Lord help me. If you don't hear from me on Monday please call the police, because it probably means the creepy box store people have eaten me.