I watched some NASCAR this past weekend solely on the strength of an SGA fic called "Fireball." That's some serious cultural stretching. Though I'm always fascinated by the different set of commercials you see on sports than with everything else.
Spike's Bitches 40: Buckle Up, Kids! Daddy's Puttin' the Hammer Down.
[NAFDA] Spike-centric discussion. Lusty, lewd (only occasionally crude), risqué (and frisqué), bawdy (Oh, lawdy!), flirty ('cuz we're purty), raunchy talk inside. Caveat lector.
Nascar has some seriously funny commercials. The rest are an interesting look at what advertisers think comprises their audience, but the ones with drivers and such in them tend to amuse me far more than even Superbowl ads.
I started reading that and lost the link. I should find that story again and finish reading it.
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but the ones with drivers and such in them tend to amuse me far more than even Superbowl ads.
And by amuse she means porn.
She really does.
When we lived in Wyoming for a year (SMALL town Wyming, like 2,500 people), everyone who heard we had lived and worked in NYC was appalled. Did we have to carry guns on the subway? How many times had we been mugged? (Um, never.) Didn't we hate living where everyone was so rude?
This from people who routinely had gun-racks in their pickups, you understand.
I didn't mean to kill the thread. We liked Wyoming (mostly)! It was just a little hard for two kids from Jersey to adapt.
Oh Sail. I'm so sorry. So much ~ma to you and your family.
I'm curious about what I'm going to get when I move to Denver. The only other time I lived outside of California it was in Washington state, so still on the coast. The main question I got was about living in "earthquake country" which confused me, cause there were earthquakes up there too.
Oh, Sail. I am so sorry. Her family (and yours) will be in my thoughts.
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I do not mean porn. I mean funny. It's the driving that is the porn. The commercials are humorous palette cleansers. Sorbets, if you will. Funny sorbets.
Now I want ice cream.
I do not mean porn. I mean funny. It's the driving that is the porn. The commercials are humorous palette cleansers. Sorbets, if you will. Funny sorbets.
My bad. The drivers are never ever hot in commercials.