August 22, 2007


When Ads Attack

Bad ad time again.

If I see one more Whiskas advertisement with the guy - the loser, sweater-vesty, clammy- hands kind of guy - pretending he's a cat, I just may barf.

I am working and making dinner (which means I made a phone call, but, whatever). I look up, and there is a grown man scratching in a litter box while his 'owner' (apparently, only women own cats - hmph), pinches her nose and curls her lip.

This is beyond gross. And if they actually want me to believe that they can give me something that will make my cats poop perfume, I will check my ID to see if I was indeed born yesterday.

I could carefully insert breath mints in my cats arseholes and they would still reek.

This company must hate cats, and women.
And I hate their ads.

3 Comments:

Anonymous April said...

"I could carefully insert breath mints in my cats arseholes and they would still reek."


Oh my GOD! Lorraine that has got to be THE funniest line I have read in AGES!

And I agree. That commercial makes me purposely NOT buy their products.

August 22, 2007 10:21 PM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

I hate the Rogers ads for phone service. You know the ones.. "hello, it's me, Nana".

This woman makes me nuts. Glad she can spend all her time talking to "her little man in Montreal". What a puke-ball.

I feel better.

August 24, 2007 11:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

WOW! April's back!

August 25, 2007 4:38 PM  

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