tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662171249638416805.post6262074553471983429..comments2024-03-16T05:34:13.675-07:00Comments on The Commercial Curmudgeon: It's like Corona has a camera in my house!John F Jamelehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/18351383534436377360noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662171249638416805.post-61489939556134699202012-05-24T04:07:57.300-07:002012-05-24T04:07:57.300-07:00It was sort of your car... my dog wouldn't hav...It was sort of your car... my dog wouldn't have fit in the backseat and I could just leave him on the side of the road!Pahzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12877861050356247528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662171249638416805.post-82405025305106059902012-05-23T18:24:42.417-07:002012-05-23T18:24:42.417-07:00I don't know why you couldn't have stepped...I don't know why you couldn't have stepped in and had just ONE beer, Pahz!<br /><br />I always figured that A) it was too early in the morning, and B) you rejected my car, not me. :>)John F Jamelehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18351383534436377360noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662171249638416805.post-65625173532417925662012-05-23T18:16:25.002-07:002012-05-23T18:16:25.002-07:00True story:
Back when I was walking four miles a...True story: <br /><br />Back when I was walking four miles a day for exercise, I'd leave at around 4 AM. It usually took me an hour and ten-ish minutes. I walked that early because that way there was no traffic and the drunk people were usually home. Usually. <br /><br />At my halfway point, I would cross the road at a crosswalk. I was usually dripping in sweat, my shirt had that V of sweat down the front and back. I had a sweaty baseball cap on, headphones (with a <i>Walkman!</i> I still have it, it still works) and a 120 pound Rottweiler on a leash. It was quite obvious that I was exercising. <br /><br />At that crosswalk, as I started to go across the road (four lanes, and a left-turn lane), this guy pulled up in an old beat-up car. He leaned out the window and called out: "Hey, get in, I got beer!" <br /><br />I didn't break stride and said: "No thanks."<br /><br />He leaned further and said: "No, really! I got <i>beer</i>!" <br /><br />It makes me wonder... did that line really ever work for him? Maybe he works for the ad agencies now!Pahzhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/12877861050356247528noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8662171249638416805.post-53739141860774161712012-05-20T12:20:06.934-07:002012-05-20T12:20:06.934-07:00This sort of advert makes me think of a video that...This sort of advert makes me think of a video that a home electronics store in my home town uses to demonstrate the resolution of its flat-screen televisions. Like this thing, the video shows a pretty girl; the problem is that I get depressed because I think "Jonesy....you will never meet a girl like that in real life."<br /><br />I don't usually go to that store unless I absolutely have to.DreadedCandiru2https://www.blogger.com/profile/15561460498807276057noreply@blogger.com