Due to LitelySalted's recent desire to share her spam, I was reminded of a interesting (if slightly disturbing) idea that came to me while watching television.
You know those Enzyte commercials, the one with that jackass Smiling Bob? I always wondered something. Look at his wife. Is it me, or does it look like she is in total agony? Look carefully:
That looks like a failed attempt to hide the grimace of a woman wishing for death.
Sometimes she manages to stifle her psychic screams, and instead plots to avoid her husband altogether. Take the Santa Bob commercial:
Why is she bragging about it? I'd like to believe that she think if more and more women take a ride on Rudolph the red-veined reindeer, she will have less of a struggle later that night. Who knows, maybe he will get his rocks off and she can have a decent night's sleep for a change, and not simply lose consiousness after repeated blows from her headboard.
By the way, the actual drug: possibly a total scam.
You know those Enzyte commercials, the one with that jackass Smiling Bob? I always wondered something. Look at his wife. Is it me, or does it look like she is in total agony? Look carefully:
That looks like a failed attempt to hide the grimace of a woman wishing for death.
Sometimes she manages to stifle her psychic screams, and instead plots to avoid her husband altogether. Take the Santa Bob commercial:
Why is she bragging about it? I'd like to believe that she think if more and more women take a ride on Rudolph the red-veined reindeer, she will have less of a struggle later that night. Who knows, maybe he will get his rocks off and she can have a decent night's sleep for a change, and not simply lose consiousness after repeated blows from her headboard.
By the way, the actual drug: possibly a total scam.
I realize that I'm easily amused, but the stupid puns in those commercials make me giggle every time. Could also be because I'm mentally 12 and still find dick jokes funny...
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