the other night, when i was watching some drivel on the box, the ads came on and a minor irritation  occured when i automatically reached down for the remote control to hit the “mute” button and found it wasnae where i usually leave it.
it occurred to me that for months now i’ve been instinctively [...]

the first in an occasional series, whereby we take a piss-poor advert for some nondescript product, which for no apparent reason features some vacant bimbo looking like she’s in the middle of a multiple orgasm -  and draw a big hairy cock on it, in best prepubescent schoolboy fashion!

is it wit? - is it satire? [...]

i do find it irritating!
i thought i was well used to cunt-stick advertising executives shamelessly ripping off every classic scene in every classic movie ever made and i thought i’d steeled myself against  the never-ending cheapening of classic rock’n’roll songs by their unwelcome association with some tawdry consumer product or other [cf. "groovy bank"], but [...]