Updated thread - What TV commercial gets on your nerves?

Yeah, I thnk Old Spice hired the same ad agency that used to do Burger King ads, you know, where they regularly dose the water cooler with LSD.

 

That's largely because Menard himself is an odd bird.

He made his billions of dollars over the last 50 years and his final years are spent in an Al Davis-like stupor. If it was good enough for 1991 TV ads, well, darn it, let's keep doing it the same way!

 

"Kids can actually learn from AngryBirdsSpace ...Sure! You can play AngryBirdsSpace!"

 

From all I've heard, his son is pretty batshit when he gets out of his car.

 

He's a huge, massive, entitled fucking dick, but he's not batshit. The son.

I don't know the older Menard. But he helped entitle him, so I still hold Papa responsible somewhat.


And Fuck Paul Menard.

 

Stupor?

 

"Mala (or Mali?) - Boo Yeah!"

 

The Grizzlies radio network had a downright creepy one during their playoff run. The whole thing is some guy's GPS describing him leaving for Tunica, stopping for a pretty girl with car trouble, having her pull an AK47 and robbing him of everything down to his pants. The point was that he would have been better off gambling at the dog track across the river in West Memphis, which is closer to home. Because when I think personal safety, I sure as hell think of West Memphis, Ark.

 

Might have been mentioned in this thread earlier, but the Prius commercial with the song that sounds like it came straight out of the movie Juno is really annoying.

 

That smart phone commercial.

All of them.

I don't give a fuck what your phone can do or that I'm apparently a shittier human being because my phone isn't as smart.

But especially the campaign featuring a dad and his newborn. One with him falling asleep on a couch with his baby watching a basketball game. (WTF?) The other with him getting swaddling tips via Youtube.

Lick someone's balls why don't ya?

 

Lexus. The one with the singing Frechman. It implies that two attractive people meet up, have a one-nighter ... but nope, here come their kids, running into the bedroom to wake up mom and dad. It's bad enough that it encourages a falsehood that marriage can still be fun years after the fact, but the singing Frenchman that kills me.

 

SI VOUS PLAIT! I hate that damn thing.