vaguely (and ineptly) porny
Well this does describe the whole ad campaign based on "The Big Rock Candy Mountain" as sung by Hootie and danced to by a variety of breast-implanted, short-shorts twidgets.
Actually, I realize I have no idea what the point of that ad campaign was -- clearly, I was not the target demographic for it, so I did not get the secret decoder ring.
Did somebody actually write that ad copy and then sit back contentedly saying, "Aw, yeah, that's the stuff"?
But look at the adds. I mean, having a guy dressed in a BK outfit with a fake head knock on your bedroom window is not my idea of appealing.
Tom! My brother in Hootie WTF-ness!
Is that really Hootie, or just a Hootie-alike? Someone Hootie-esque, so to speak?
But look at the adds.
NO. I won't, and you can't make me.
::hugs TiVo, rocks back and forth crooning tunelessly::
It's even worse than the squishy Duracell plastic people. There was once a call in on WBRU where dozens of people were calling in to say they had nightmares about them.
The Burger King is even scarier.
I never saw the ad in question, I just heard the horrible rumors. And yes, it really is Hootie.
Actually, I realize I have no idea what the point of that ad campaign was -- clearly, I was not the target demographic for it, so I did not get the secret decoder ring.
I heard a thing on the radio about that ad -- it's supposed to be everything guys like. (And I use the word "guys" on purpose.)
it's supposed to be everything guys like.
I thought those were the Carl's ads, which are just nasty.
I heard a thing on the radio about that ad -- it's supposed to be everything guys like.
Huh. They lost me at Hootie.
It's kind of a great ad, with Hootie singing Western and Brooke Burns (Burke? The brunette) on a swing, all cleavage-y. And then there's the fast food.