We are a commune of inquiring, skeptical, politically centrist, capitalist, anglophile, traditionalist New England Yankee humans, humanoids, and animals with many interests beyond and above politics. Each of us has had a high-school education (or GED), but all had ADD so didn't pay attention very well, especially the dogs. Each one of us does "try my best to be just like I am," and none of us enjoys working for others, including for Maggie, from whom we receive neither a nickel nor a dime. Freedom from nags, cranks, government, do-gooders, control-freaks and idiots is all that we ask for.
It reminds me of the car commercial with the father and his young son in the toy department, where the father is struck dumb by some very beautiful car model on the shelf. I'm mostly immune to the charms of cars, but that one worked even for me -- except that it didn't manage to make me remember the make being advertised, but I'm a hopeless consumer that way.
Good evening. I'm in a cross mood. Some dipwad on the internet said something that pissed me off, so I'm looking for a fight.
thehawkreturns, let's start with you: Couldn't possibly be the harpy feminists that set back releasing that ad in the US, eh? Because I'm sure they'd be all for an ad featuring a hot woman being...well, hot. I saw a Bud ad with hot women wrestling in a fountain that was shot down post TV release by the womyn. Pulled. As a Christian man I say put it on TV. Had Wheaton prof who said all the ladies should look to Playboy to figure out what their men wanted. I agreed with him, too. You have no idea about my religion, so don't comment on it until you show at least a modicum of understanding. Tool.
The lady in the video is a scorcher, but she ain't no Fiat. The gusher who yodeled when she noted his stare is the frickin' Fiat. She's a Ferrari. She's expensive and high-maintenance and everybody wants one.
She should stop yapping in Italian if she's going to bend over like that on a US street. My cradar (crazy+radar) went off as soon as she started controlling the narrative. When she dipped her finger in the milky froth I was yelling for said yodeler to drop the cup, grab her a** and bite her lower lip.
Also, if I snapped out of it and saw I was about to lick a car I'd at least have the decency to kick the door five or six times, real good.
To sum up, I'm a Christian, I'm lonely and the Italian was a scorcher. All critics piss off.