Commercials. Bad Commercials.

Some commercials just should be outlawed. This is my blog and this is my opinion. For years, we didn't have any commercials about uh....certain things. You know which things I am talking about. But. Now. Now they are showing Vi*gra commercials. Dozens of them, interspersed with L*vitra commercials...among other things. They are all basically the same. A man, a rugged man, far more manly than most men, openly acknowledges that he had problems with his rig. But then he took a pill, and ZING, he can perform again! He can play professional baseball!! He can (wink, wink) throw a football through a tire! You try to ignore these commercials. You tell yourself you do not need this product. But. Then you remember all those nights when, after a long day, you went to bed, and your wife wanted to - in fact practically begged you to - throw the football through the tire. But you were too tired. So now, on the sofa, you are a husk of your former self, a man with a tiny shriveled Camry, wondering if you should maybe just ask your doctor about Vi*gra. But. That would mean going to the doctor's office. Which, in your imagination has a GIANT neon sign outside that reads: VI*GRA DOCTOR, PROVIDING VI*GRA FOR GUYS WHO NEED VI*GRA. Dave Barry just rocks. The guy just rocks!!