commercial observations, pt 357

While I’m typing, the tv flickers in my peripheral vision.
Almost automatically, I’m drawn to this particular commercial.  Ah, I
say to myself, it must be because it’s a Hershey commercial.

Wait…. is that???/
Yes, it is.
Brad Paisley.

On the beach, partying away.
Throwing candy bars up in the air.
And playing his signature Telecaster and Dr Z amp.  On the sand.

Chocolate and guitars: it don’t get any better than this.

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As if that weren’t enough, there’s another one of those endless
commercials for that Special Dating Service, where you’re MATCHED
perfectly.   You know, Matching for the Mind Controlled.

Nothing odd about that.

The really odd thing was that I saw an attractive person on the
commercial.  You *never* see attractive people in commercials for this
company.  They all look a little off, in some sort of Stepford way that
you can’t define the first hundred times or so that you see the commercials.