what the fuck. i hate commercials with a firey passion. not just a mild dislike mind you, it's a raging hatred. and lately they've been pissing me off more than usual. commercials are for the mindless A.D.D generation (stop saying that i just described myself, no really stop, it hurts.) and it's really sad when i see 15 year old after 15 year old repeating what they saw on the new 7up commercial and laughing it up with their jock child molestor buddies. and no i'm not bitter.
why is it on every other channel i see britney spears whoring herself in some new way. her and her goddamn pepsi advertisments have to go. but i think the saddest thing about them is that this is the best she's ever sung in her entire career. way to go retard, you just won a medal in the special olympics. speaking of the special olympics, the 94.1 commercials are pretty fucking special. for those of you with your heads in your asses this radio station has a bunch of kids dress up like a bunch of music artsist and lip synch to part of a song. but don't worry, they fill their racial quota by having a black kid dance around to hootie and the blowfish. everytime i see this atrocity i want to find the parents of these kids and just just yell 'what the fuck we're you thinking letting your offspring do this?! don't you know that every business man in the country is jacking off to this while snorting coke off a neil diamond c.d.?!' FUCK! watching these jerrys kid jerk around like stevie nicks after a long nights anal annihilation makes me want to blow up some famous world monument. and that sexed up madonna eight year old...well, let's just say that she doesn't want to meet me in a dark alley. and let's just say that meeting would consist of fishnets and me saying 'like a virgin huh? after tonight you won't be doing anything like a virgin anymore'
speaking of fishnets, what the hell is going on in that ups or whatever the fuck the company's called commercial with all the guys in rollerskates? if i want fucking homos (cool your jets, i'm family) on skates i'll go watch the goddamn mount carmel roller hockey team dogpile each other when they convienantly forgot to put their ozzing jockstraps. the last thing i want to see is a bunch of suits fantasizing about pedro prancing around, delivering packages with his package.