I saw my wife's two least favorite TV commercials a few minutes ago. Just thought you should know.
Commercial #1: It's actually a series of commercials for Carl's Jr. It shows big menly men eating big, overly messy hamburgers. And you get to watch and listen to every gross little detail that happens when big menly men eat big, overly messy hamburgers. This includes watching half of it fall on the floor and their clothes, and listening to every disgusting chewing slobbering sound that comes from their mouth and nostrils (which eerily reminds me of some of the scenes from An American Werewolf in London). I'm just glad that who ever directed these commercials doesn't also make diaper and tampon commercials.
Commercial #2: This guy is at T.G.I. Friday's or Chili's or someplace like that with his buddies having lunch. All of a sudden, he hears and sees his wife at another table with her girlfriends, also having lunch. So the little weasel walks over there, obviously upset, and asks "Who's watching the kids?" That's the part that kills my wife. "Who's watching the kids?" I gotta admit she's right about this commercial. What a stupid ass question. "Who's watching the kids?" What does he think she's going to say? "Oh shit! The kids! I left them in the dryer!"
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