I don’t watch much television. What little TV I do watch is mostly limited to sporting events, reruns of “The Simpsons” and DVRed episodes of “No Reservations” and “The Sarah Silverman Program.”
With the DVR, of course, you can fast-forward through the commercials. But with live sporting events, you’re sort of forced to sit through crap like the Nachos Bell Grande and The Guy Who Brought Bud Light to the Opera ads. One commerical, though, stands out as a shining beacon of awesomeness against the cold darkness of suckitude.
The spot has been around for a several months but has made a triumphant return during the MLB playoffs and World Series. Its brilliance is… well, brilliant:
Stinky McStinkface. I gotta start using that.
