Have you seen this one? I'm not sure if it's supposed to be funny or sexy? Or both?
Yes, there is some serious eye candy here, but the guy with the *ahem* belly? He's kinda sexy too..am I right? The little wink? But he's not the typical Hefty hunk, yet he's the one I remember the most.
So here's my question:
Are they making a joke of the errr, ummm chubby guy?
Because honestly. he's the one, in my opinion, that makes the biggest impact here. Because he's adorable..yet he's not in "beefed up", man cake shape, yet he's the most impressionable and memorable. I'm still stuck on the fact that the point of the ad is to single this guy out but are they mocking him? Is this their intention?
I don't know about you but I think that this guy could have a "Flo from Progressive" kind of career.
Amiright?
So all the buzz 'round he-ah in Beantown is about My Tommy in his acting debut in FunnyorDie.com video for Under Armor. As you may already know, My Tommy is the poster boy for the brand, and they take the advertising in an edgy direction, working with FunnyorDie.
Word has it My Tommy was wonderful, humble and easy to work with (most certainly easy on the eyes) but I'm not sure this is so FUNNY I want to DIE.
I mean really? Keep losing big games dude, and then distance yourself from us in this way. Yup, we'll just keep taking your hits but don't expect us to LOVE you like we used to. We are very loyal sports fans, but you know the old saying, "Fool me once shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me."
It's OK Tommy, like I said, I'll still love you, but your balance is getting a little low in the savings account...
Fun Fact: The southern woman in the commercial, who scolds Matt Damon at the end, is none other than "Jackie" from the Real Housewives of South Boston fame. "I'm Jackie from Jackie's Packie. We sell ciggies and beer." Word has it she tried to convince My Tommy to star in the next installment of RHOSB.
Good luck with that one babe..
So I saw this commercial yesterday and I'd be lying if I didn't tell you it cracked me up. It was for the new Capri Sun Super V juice drink and the commercial made me think about Frack and about how I sometimes, maybe a little, kinda sorta may hover a little too much around my boy. At times.
He's 16 and these days he just tells me to back off, but I remember the days of hovering well.
Damn if I didn't chuckle and see myself in more than a couple of scenarios. I just love that little punk that much. But really, he's almost a man now. Stop hovering mother...
Once upon a time, in a world not too long ago, a wife's job was to serve her man.... Oh, how the times have changed. The wives and mother's of today have redefined their roles and our fore-mothers fought valiantly for our equality.
Thank you, Gloria Steinem? The woman suffragettes?
These are so REDONK that I had to share them with you.
Ya, millions of housewives today are still taking pep vitamins to get through the day, "cuter". But they are no longer called "pep" vitamins, they are called "perks".
Hmmmm, "for sale by all Druggists".....That hasn't really changed much either.
Ok, so this one gets me crazy. Notice it's a woman's hand with the beer opener? Is she drinking the beer herself? I think not. Again, I'm thinking all the beer cans will open this easy so that a woman can serve her man and his obnoxious buddies....
Are you f-ing kidding me?
See? Our mothers did it and we turned out 1 in 13 alcoholics.
I'm digging this whole James Bond Vibe, but really? And they went with this ad? Don Draper should be fired and the guy here should be kicked in the balls. Just sayin....
Cute, funny and precocious, kids are advertising gold for businesses. Let's take the latest media blitz of kiddie commercials. Fast food giant Subway sandwich shops leads the pack with this hilarious look at young love.
And this which illustrates that rite of passage at the elementary school cafeteria; the trade.
The E Trade baby continues to give us laughs and brand recognition whenever we see the baby spokesman appear ready to do his shtick. The E Trade baby has major water cooler mojo in business circles.
Kids are advertising pay dirt plain and simple. We, the consumers, love it because it makes a funny reality out of the absurd. And much like the old advertising catchphrase from Merrill Lynch, "When the E Trade baby talks, people listen."
Just so you think I am not a complete crackpot, I'm going to explain my entire thought process this morning. I was originally going to blog about this commercial that I saw last night that made me chuckle. The commercial was about some giant in a supermarket, so I go to YouTube and search with the key words: Funny commercial, giant, supermarket.
Somehow, this commercial came up under the heading, "Funniest Commercial Ever". Of course I clicked on it.
I actually had to watch it a few times because I was laughing so hard I missed some of the best dialogue.
I apologize for my sophomoric mentality, but this one really made me laugh. I love it when that happens....
It's no secret that I love my dogs. Together they have formed a pack, the three of them (not those three above) and each one has his/her own distinct personality. They make me crazy most days, but no matter what happens, I can count on their loyalty. Life without them would be boring, for sure. I remember the day that I got my pug, Jingle. I bought her at a local Debbie's Petland. They probably got her from some horrid puppy mill, but the kids suckered me into it one afternoon, when our older pug became ill. They convinced me that he would do much better if he had a playmate, someone to keep him buzy and cuddle up with. "Another pug would give him a few more years and he'd have a playmate," they said. Call me a sucker, because the next thing I knew, we were all in the car on our way to the mall.
I remember it like it was yesterday. Once we got to the pet store/puppy mill, we scoped the cages for pugs. They had three fawn colored puppy pugs and we had been looking through the window at this tiny little boy pug. We watched him roll around and play and decided that we'd like to have him taken out to play with. We waited until it was our turn and told the clerk we wanted to see the boy pug. As he went to get the puppy, something made me say, "Wait! I want to see that one." I pointed to another pug three cages down. Don't ask me why, and the story has now become legend, but as I scanned the cages I saw this other little sad-faced pug and the words came out of my mouth before I knew they were coming.
Jingle is now Queen of the pack here, as she tolerates the boys antics regularly. A girl after my own heart, she will let them annoy her until she has had just enough, then look out! And they do. She's not the alpha, but she does not need to be if they push her buttons. And they both know it. I sometimes wonder what it was about her that made me change my mind so quickly, and made her fate change so drastically. I often think that to be a dog in a crate, waiting to be adopted must be a precarious state to be in. Wouldn't it be grand if a dog had some control over how he/she "auditions" for the role of a lifetime, family dog.
Jingle just may have telepathically sent me a message like this. You never know...
