the reese's commercial(duhn duhn duuuuuuuuuhn!) .......and more!
okay, so, is anyone else at least slightly disturbed by the new reese's commercial? because, honestly, i'm scared out of my mind. for those of you who have been saved from the horrifying experience, the tagline is 'the perfect threesome...'.
okay, um....anyone? really, is this just me?! hershey's is actually using sex to sell candy?! a candy, i might add, beloved by children everywhere. what, i ask you, is going to happen when a six year old walks up to their parent and asks, 'hey mommy? can i get a reese's so i can have a threesome?' because the rest of the commercial, after using the afore-mentioned tagline, goes on to say, '...milk chocolate, peanut butter, and you.'
really, commercials recently are just plain creepy. has anyone seen the new one for trojan? with the pigs and the bar? i'm not even going to get into that; you can go watch the colbert report; 'the word' was dedicated entirely too it. it was hysterical. i love stephen colbert. he rocks my socks. i've been using that phrase a lot lately; it's getting out of hand. i should really get a better one.
well...anyhoo....it's almost three....and i'm supposed to be watching the fifth element, because it's awesome, and adultswim isn't on tonight; so no aqua teens or futurama, which saddens me greatly. =(
there. look at that smiley and you'll feel my sadness. and abundance of teenage angst. whoever came up with the word smiley, anyway? he isn't freaking smiling. he's sad. so why is he called a smiley? or this one: >=(. he's pissed, he is. and he's got a mole. right on his chin. maybe that's why he's pissed. he also kind of reminds me of a frog. i'm not sure why. maybe he's pissed because his girlfriend told him he looked like a frog and broke up with him. she actually left him for a really hot, rich smiley. who looks like.......brad pitt. in smiley form. but then her old boyfriend, the frog one, wasn't actually a frog. he was actually mark wahlberg smiley in disguise, and now he's going to go beat brad pitt smiley's ass. and then his girl friend is going to be pissed too.....because mark wahlberg is actually a whole lot hotter than brad pitt. and he's more of a bad ass too. so she really shouldn't judge people based on how much they look like frogs in the beginning. really. it could end up....not well.
i have no idea where this all just came from. god.....if this is what living on the freaking island does to your mind, i am definitely moving to manhattan. soon.
(well...if i have to live on an island full of psychopaths....at least it isn't staten island.=)
oh, whoops....did i just write that? oh well. backspace is broken. *cough* hmm....well.....yes, i have to go, because summer does things to my brain and i can't control what i say. which is an issue at points. so i should just leave. now.
really.
okay, i'm going.
see? summer= not good for ali's brain. too much time. ali starts speaking in the third person. writing things that she shouldn't and that could get her into trouble.
this whole third person thing is really kind of creeping her out, actually.
and now she can't stop.
not good.
she's got to leave now.
(oh, and just to give you another small taste of the insanity of my brain right now, i thought this entire post in a british accent. like, i literally was saying all the words in my mind in a british accent. how fucked up is that? oh i know. it's a problem. i'm still thinking in british, actually. these words too. it's stupid 'miss potter'. i had to watch it with mom earlier and it's like renée zellweger's voice is narrating my mind. only not so high pitched. it's quite creepy, really. there. i just said 'quite'. stupid british accent! normally i wouldn't mind, but i'm going to sleep soon, and what if i dream in british?! what if i wake up thinking i live in kingsington and draw little rabbits with blue coats, and mice who try to eat plastic food?! although, falling in love with ewan mcgregor is fine with me. jesus, these little brain storms really have a knack for getting away from me. that's not good.)
really this time: peace.
(see? she left. gone, 'auf wedersehen', 'au revoir'.)
((i could say it in a few more languages....but it's probably better if i just left. so.......good night.))
(((....and good luck.)))
((((oh, come on, i couldn't resist.))))
(((((all right, seriously now: until we meet again, mes amies.)))))
okay, um....anyone? really, is this just me?! hershey's is actually using sex to sell candy?! a candy, i might add, beloved by children everywhere. what, i ask you, is going to happen when a six year old walks up to their parent and asks, 'hey mommy? can i get a reese's so i can have a threesome?' because the rest of the commercial, after using the afore-mentioned tagline, goes on to say, '...milk chocolate, peanut butter, and you.'
really, commercials recently are just plain creepy. has anyone seen the new one for trojan? with the pigs and the bar? i'm not even going to get into that; you can go watch the colbert report; 'the word' was dedicated entirely too it. it was hysterical. i love stephen colbert. he rocks my socks. i've been using that phrase a lot lately; it's getting out of hand. i should really get a better one.
well...anyhoo....it's almost three....and i'm supposed to be watching the fifth element, because it's awesome, and adultswim isn't on tonight; so no aqua teens or futurama, which saddens me greatly. =(
there. look at that smiley and you'll feel my sadness. and abundance of teenage angst. whoever came up with the word smiley, anyway? he isn't freaking smiling. he's sad. so why is he called a smiley? or this one: >=(. he's pissed, he is. and he's got a mole. right on his chin. maybe that's why he's pissed. he also kind of reminds me of a frog. i'm not sure why. maybe he's pissed because his girlfriend told him he looked like a frog and broke up with him. she actually left him for a really hot, rich smiley. who looks like.......brad pitt. in smiley form. but then her old boyfriend, the frog one, wasn't actually a frog. he was actually mark wahlberg smiley in disguise, and now he's going to go beat brad pitt smiley's ass. and then his girl friend is going to be pissed too.....because mark wahlberg is actually a whole lot hotter than brad pitt. and he's more of a bad ass too. so she really shouldn't judge people based on how much they look like frogs in the beginning. really. it could end up....not well.
i have no idea where this all just came from. god.....if this is what living on the freaking island does to your mind, i am definitely moving to manhattan. soon.
(well...if i have to live on an island full of psychopaths....at least it isn't staten island.=)
oh, whoops....did i just write that? oh well. backspace is broken. *cough* hmm....well.....yes, i have to go, because summer does things to my brain and i can't control what i say. which is an issue at points. so i should just leave. now.
really.
okay, i'm going.
see? summer= not good for ali's brain. too much time. ali starts speaking in the third person. writing things that she shouldn't and that could get her into trouble.
this whole third person thing is really kind of creeping her out, actually.
and now she can't stop.
not good.
she's got to leave now.
(oh, and just to give you another small taste of the insanity of my brain right now, i thought this entire post in a british accent. like, i literally was saying all the words in my mind in a british accent. how fucked up is that? oh i know. it's a problem. i'm still thinking in british, actually. these words too. it's stupid 'miss potter'. i had to watch it with mom earlier and it's like renée zellweger's voice is narrating my mind. only not so high pitched. it's quite creepy, really. there. i just said 'quite'. stupid british accent! normally i wouldn't mind, but i'm going to sleep soon, and what if i dream in british?! what if i wake up thinking i live in kingsington and draw little rabbits with blue coats, and mice who try to eat plastic food?! although, falling in love with ewan mcgregor is fine with me. jesus, these little brain storms really have a knack for getting away from me. that's not good.)
really this time: peace.
(see? she left. gone, 'auf wedersehen', 'au revoir'.)
((i could say it in a few more languages....but it's probably better if i just left. so.......good night.))
(((....and good luck.)))
((((oh, come on, i couldn't resist.))))
(((((all right, seriously now: until we meet again, mes amies.)))))
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