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I made the mistake of paying attention to commercials yesterday, which I don’t do much as I prefer dicking around on my phone or getting another beer during ad breaks. But, now, I finally understand the hatred of the ‘adorable’ Charmin bears after seeing an ad in which a bear cub, in a frickin’ Martha Stewart-y New England cottage bathroom, that told me that using Charmin will keep my underwear cleaner, implying that, what, I won’t have to laundry as often if I use their expensive asswipes?

And here I was wearing the same pair all week and using a rival brand of paper.

I am not a squeamish person, but good lord, that grossed me out more than the late-night commercials for Ashley Madison.

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