Nausea,
Heartburn, Indigestion, Upset Stomach, Diarrhea. That is the
goddamned Pepto Bismol dance. I hate this commercial. I hate it
with every fiber of my being. It comes on, and I go into
convulsions until the commercial ends. It features five morons in
an office waiting in line at the copier machine (TV would have us
believe that people who work in an office do nothing but dick around
with copiers; this is not true since I'm at work right now making a
stupid web page about commercials I hate). Then, Mr. Nausea
grabs his face as if to spray vomit everywhere, the douche behind
him grabs her heart (hopefully because it's about to explode),
behind her is some retard caressing his torso which, somehow, is
supposed to symbolize indigestion (I know that when I have
indigestion, I can't stop feeling myself up; it's great!), behind
him is a fat guy with an upset stomach (either that, or he just ate
child whole and said child is trying to kick its way out of the fat
man's belly), and behind tubby is a woman who's most likely the
office herpes-spreader grabs her ass, probably because the blinking
of the copier made her flash back to her days of stripping for
heroin (and then spraying diarrhea all over people because it gets
her off; you can just tell). I hate them all. It turns into a
dance, and some asshole with no social skills rattles off "nausea,
heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea," and the office
dancers scream "Hey! Pepto Bismol!" Then they repeat that a few
times. That scream you just heard was probably you. These people
should all be shot. In fact, watching this commercial makes me want
to shoot them. This is what I see when this commercial comes on:
Nausea,
Heartburn, Indigestion, Upset Stomach, Diarrhea. That is the
goddamned Pepto Bismol dance. I hate this commercial. I hate it
with every fiber of my being. It comes on, and I go into
convulsions until the commercial ends. It features five morons in
an office waiting in line at the copier machine (TV would have us
believe that people who work in an office do nothing but dick around
with copiers; this is not true since I'm at work right now making a
stupid web page about commercials I hate). Then, Mr. Nausea
grabs his face as if to spray vomit everywhere, the douche behind
him grabs her heart (hopefully because it's about to explode),
behind her is some retard caressing his torso which, somehow, is
supposed to symbolize indigestion (I know that when I have
indigestion, I can't stop feeling myself up; it's great!), behind
him is a fat guy with an upset stomach (either that, or he just ate
child whole and said child is trying to kick its way out of the fat
man's belly), and behind tubby is a woman who's most likely the
office herpes-spreader grabs her ass, probably because the blinking
of the copier made her flash back to her days of stripping for
heroin (and then spraying diarrhea all over people because it gets
her off; you can just tell). I hate them all. It turns into a
dance, and some asshole with no social skills rattles off "nausea,
heartburn, indigestion, upset stomach, diarrhea," and the office
dancers scream "Hey! Pepto Bismol!" Then they repeat that a few
times. That scream you just heard was probably you. These people
should all be shot. In fact, watching this commercial makes me want
to shoot them. This is what I see when this commercial comes on: