Post by Husky23 on Jun 12, 2005 15:01:42 GMT -8
OK, so check this out,
I’m watching the 250cc Moto GP on Speed Channel (500cc is next), this commercial comes up…
It’s this white dude on his couch opening up his, apparently highly anticipated order. You hear him sensually mumbling: “oh ya…oh ya” as he removes this folded up flesh colored plastic thing from the box.
Then scene cuts to his foot moving up and down slowly on one of those foot air pump devices and hearing the whoosh whoosh as the man is continuing his soft “oh come on baby” talk. (ya, ya you know the inference here).
I’m giggling and shaking my head, thinking: “Jesus Christ. What? Advertising blow dolls now? Am I gunna have to parental guard the speed channel? Good God!”
My mind does a quick flashback to Korea, 1983 when I was a 21 years old helo mechanic applying for flight school with 17 negative counseling statements and 1 summarized Article 15; arrogant, confidant, and bullet proof with an; “up yours” attitude. In, or rather sent, comes; “Restriction Rita”. Our blow up doll, Brunette with lush red painted lipstick and I guess for the time, highly technically advanced; removable reservoirs as well. We’d pass around as a joke, to all those soldiers culpable under UCMJ non-judicial punishment. Rita stayed in my barracks area a few times, then I decided to place her on public display and mounted good Rita in my window prior to leaving for the hanger one day. Oops. Seems the post CG was making a walk through and the parade of Rita for all to see in the window was not appreciated. Confiscation. And your truly receives yet another counseling statement, and restricted duty.
How did I ever make it to become a pilot? Let alone an Instructor pilot and Instrument Examiner?
Oh, anyway, the commercial ends with another scene cut. Ms. Blow up coming to her full air pressure with five poker cards in her hand, and the dude placing a bet. Hmmm, what was it? Funpokeronline.com? Not sure.
I’m watching the 250cc Moto GP on Speed Channel (500cc is next), this commercial comes up…
It’s this white dude on his couch opening up his, apparently highly anticipated order. You hear him sensually mumbling: “oh ya…oh ya” as he removes this folded up flesh colored plastic thing from the box.
Then scene cuts to his foot moving up and down slowly on one of those foot air pump devices and hearing the whoosh whoosh as the man is continuing his soft “oh come on baby” talk. (ya, ya you know the inference here).
I’m giggling and shaking my head, thinking: “Jesus Christ. What? Advertising blow dolls now? Am I gunna have to parental guard the speed channel? Good God!”
My mind does a quick flashback to Korea, 1983 when I was a 21 years old helo mechanic applying for flight school with 17 negative counseling statements and 1 summarized Article 15; arrogant, confidant, and bullet proof with an; “up yours” attitude. In, or rather sent, comes; “Restriction Rita”. Our blow up doll, Brunette with lush red painted lipstick and I guess for the time, highly technically advanced; removable reservoirs as well. We’d pass around as a joke, to all those soldiers culpable under UCMJ non-judicial punishment. Rita stayed in my barracks area a few times, then I decided to place her on public display and mounted good Rita in my window prior to leaving for the hanger one day. Oops. Seems the post CG was making a walk through and the parade of Rita for all to see in the window was not appreciated. Confiscation. And your truly receives yet another counseling statement, and restricted duty.
How did I ever make it to become a pilot? Let alone an Instructor pilot and Instrument Examiner?
Oh, anyway, the commercial ends with another scene cut. Ms. Blow up coming to her full air pressure with five poker cards in her hand, and the dude placing a bet. Hmmm, what was it? Funpokeronline.com? Not sure.