the handwashing dance

November 30, 2009 11:25 AM

It seems wrong to make fun of a UNICEF commercial. They mean so well, after all. But still—this spot doesn't make us want to wash our hands. It just makes us want to puncture our eardrums—just a little bit.

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a backbreaking chore

November 25, 2009 12:41 PM

If you're too clumsy to get your shoes on and off, maybe you shouldn't be wearing high heels. Just a thought.

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this paper's got gas

November 24, 2009 5:48 PM

Gee, our cubicle neighbor kept blaming those noises on his pile of memos, and we never believed him! Don't we feel silly. Sorry, Frank.

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I wonder where it goes

November 23, 2009 6:11 PM

Hey, all those brauts need hungry people to survive. It's only humane to send the hunger over there.

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we did it for the doritos

November 20, 2009 1:12 PM

Now, this we can get behind. While fame seems an unworthy cause for potentially death-defying stunts, Doritos seem totally worth it. Especially the Nacho Cheese ones.

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I've made four kids cry

November 18, 2009 6:03 PM

Why would an individual who admits to having no peripheral vision be used in a car rental commercial? You can't put that guy behind the wheel!

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mental battle of the sexes

November 17, 2009 5:54 PM

Hey, getting electrocuted by a security fence doesn't make you stupid. It makes you brave. Haven't these people seen "Jurassic Park"?

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what's in pancake puppies?

November 16, 2009 6:05 PM

Ugh, unicorns. Can't take 'em anywhere.

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it's a sneaker thing

November 13, 2009 5:36 PM

Those are nice shoes, but we hope he doesn't wear them in the rain. Not because they would get wet, but because his nose would fill up with water and he would drown.

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look out for flying bananas

November 11, 2009 3:13 PM

This culture must have very different ideas about what makes food look appealing. In America, we don't like to eat things that come out of our noses. Well, not in public, anyway.

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