Saturday, April 05, 2008

More prescription drug ads...modern this time...

Oh my freaking God. How is he not screaming? "Micardis may not be right for everyone. Talk to your doctor if you experience your arteries glowing like the ruins of freaking Chernobyl as this may be a sign of a rare but serious health problem--namely, that you have become a horrible, horrible mutant."

Is that a threat or a promise? Ew. It's like the part of a horror movie preview where everything appears to be going just fine, sunshine and ponies, and then BAM! There's the voiceover, and the words on the screen..."She never saw it coming." At least we know what's in those bottles on the deck. 100% pure moonshine. Everclear. The kind of alcohol that causes retinal damage if you drink too much or too often. "Shay, Shandra, why donn we rip out the tubsh and put em on the back deck, an' sshit in em bare-ass naked?" Then they got out there and realized they had no way to get water into the tubs, and Sandra saw George looking at her with that sheepish grin and looked over in his tub and...ew.

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