One of the more annoying trends in commercial advertising – aside from the men-are stupid, children-are-wise/adorably-sassy, everyone-on-TV-is-attractive continuum – is the repetition of inane phrases.
You know what I mean.
Shot of grinning teenager astride a bike: “Since the removal of my sphincter…”
Quick shot of bleached-toothed senior citizens sitting, inexplicably, in bathtubs on a beach: “Since the removal of my sphincter …”
Cut to a shot of a remarkably attractive woman playing pool: “Since the removal of my sphincter, I’ve really discovered who my friends...”
Shot of the grinning teenager pedaling down the street: “… who my friends…”
Back to the codgers in the tub: “…who my friends are.”
Quick successive shots of woman, outdoor-bathing folks, and teenager on bike: “And if you think losing your sphincter couldn’t happen to you…”
“… to you…”
Geezers climbing out of tub, strategically placed towels keeping the scene both G-rated and “real”: “… then you need to pull your head out.”
This commercial message brought to you by the Council on Round Muscle Awareness.
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