One is quick enough and to the point, while the other is a meatball sandwich-sized train wreck. Watch them entirely for the full-effect of Hibbidy-Wah?!
So which shall I begin with…?
You lose:
Palette cleanser:
Further torture:
I was originally going to right about the undercurrent of wrongness in these real video games:
Is the horse talking in the title of this game?
How about you say, "I Really Like..." instead?
But then I found these:
Bring me back to "I Love Horses!"
They’re called Reborn Dolls.
"They're coming to get you, Barbara..." is stuck in my head, for some reason.
And I guess they’re the exact opposite – and somehow the equivalent – of RealDolls (NSFW BTW).
Welcome to Uncanny Valley, Population: 1
I’d write more, but they’re creeping me out!
They being the award-winning chef, Jeremy Schmid, and the not thinking this one through being naming your sausage company (and website) Little Boys!
Okay, it’s from New Zealand, but still… they sure do look tasty.
Ummm... or yum?
I didn’t see Harry Potter and the End of a Cash Cow Part II this weekend, but apparently in some theaters this ad was shown:
It’s a vast improvement over less fresh Summer’s Eve commercials:
It’s your move Massengill. Time to take this campaign…
…into the future:
Local musical acts and local tragedies are a lot alike – they usually suck.
But sometimes a near-tragedy can inspire a pretty good tune from a (former) local act. I’ve written about The Victorious Secrets before (you might know them better as the Free Credit Score or Report or Whatever website commercial guys). Well, the lead singer of that group started another group called Dale Earnhardt Jr. Jr. and they gave us this – We Almost Lost Detroit:
Upon further (little) searching, I learned that the above ditty is a remake of a song by Gil Scott-Heron and Brian Jackson:
And then I found out that the Fermi 1 plant did have a partial nuclear meltdown back in 1966, so we really almost lost Detroit…
If that happened, there would be no:
I caught a portion of this story on CNN one night while I was at the bar (where else would I be). And there’s tons tens of videos of this “couple” on YouTube (unfortunately a lot of them are mocking the lovebirds):
Sightings of them walking along roadsides in New York are so common, they even have a Facebook page.
What’s amazing to me is that he’s been devoted to her for 25 years, and she hasn’t changed a bit.
I don’t feel like trying today… kinda like how James Cameron didn’t try to be clever with his screenplay for Titanic:
Having grown up filming all kinds of skits on VHS, it’s nice to finally see my brother filmed in HD.
(SIDENOTE: I believe it’s his finest acting to date*.)
*He’s the slow doorbell ringing zombie.
I’ve looked high and I’ve looked low, and lo and behold, there she was on the TripleDoubleU…
(SIDENOTE: I really want to get that mask…)
Wh.
At.
The.
Fu.
Ck.
I can find no other words than Hibbidy-Wah?! and even that’s not enough.
I might start crying.
The only possibly insight I’ve found in regard to this atrocity is another ad:
It's still not adding up.
Is it that the little girl on the store display is sad because she has a diaper rash, or her dad’s hands are rough from work, or–
hmmph…
I don’t even want to go down that rabbit hole–
hmmph…
I wish I didn’t use any of those words above, like go down or hole—
grrrrr…
Why does lube have to carry such a negative connotation?!
Aaaaaargh!!!
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