Sponge cake!?
Posted: December 22, 2007 • 3:29 am
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Sponge cake!?
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Posted: December 22, 2007 • 6:56 am
Thanks alot. I'm cleaning milk off my monitor now ... That's the first thing in a while that is deserving of a ROFLMAO from me.
Posted: December 22, 2007 • 6:59 am
well sad but so treuPosted: December 22, 2007 • 1:33 pm
What the heck?
-Fred
-Fred
Posted: December 22, 2007 • 2:09 pm
Hah Hah! That's the coolest commercial I've seen in a long time! Well Done!
Cheers!
Bests, Rockefeller
Cheers!
Bests, Rockefeller
Posted: December 22, 2007 • 3:53 pm
Did that really air somewhere?
Posted: December 23, 2007 • 9:53 am
It was to be an Aussie ad but never quite made it. I think it was their intention to bleep out the swearing... but even so, they probably deemed it inappropriate.jcarnby wrote:Did that really air somewhere?
-Cub. =o)
Posted: December 23, 2007 • 8:18 pm
I'm sorry. Maybe I'm an old fogey, but I am truly offended that it was even made. Having children that young say such foul things is reprehensible.
Posted: December 23, 2007 • 10:42 pm
I'm with you, Gary. That was actually painful. Add to it the fact that my two year old was in the room with me when I started playing it . . . the shouting caught his attention, but I hope he didn't make out any repeatable syllables.
Posted: December 23, 2007 • 11:32 pm
Yeah, Gary's right, you guys are old fogeys!
I guess if I had kids I would probably see that and hope to god my kids never behave like that. I guess I should enjoy the humour while I am young and irresponsible enough.
-Cub. =o)
I guess if I had kids I would probably see that and hope to god my kids never behave like that. I guess I should enjoy the humour while I am young and irresponsible enough.
-Cub. =o)
Posted: December 25, 2007 • 7:07 pm
I put it on the TV for the family so see and everyone dug it, bursting out into laughter and made me replay it a few times. Especially my 11 year old norwegian nephew cracked up, and wondered what game that was and where he could get it - I guess that gives an idea of what my family's like
Bests, Rockefeller
Bests, Rockefeller
Posted: December 25, 2007 • 10:45 pm
A lot like mine! 
I know it wasn't right, and I know it wasn't what a lot of people would accept in their own families, but there was constant cursing at my dinner table when I was younger. It gave me a cursing problem that I have to this day. I try to curb it when I'm typing, because I can edit it, but my voice ...
Let's just say there is a good reason I work the third shift. I curse like three different sailors all night long.
It's all about how we were raised that speaks of what is acceptable and unacceptable to watch, play, listen to. That line of acceptability is getting placed farther and farther back into what used to be "unacceptable" by previous generations, every year.
I guess when we told our parents that when we got older, we'd do what we wanted, we weren't kidding.
I know it wasn't right, and I know it wasn't what a lot of people would accept in their own families, but there was constant cursing at my dinner table when I was younger. It gave me a cursing problem that I have to this day. I try to curb it when I'm typing, because I can edit it, but my voice ...
Let's just say there is a good reason I work the third shift. I curse like three different sailors all night long.
It's all about how we were raised that speaks of what is acceptable and unacceptable to watch, play, listen to. That line of acceptability is getting placed farther and farther back into what used to be "unacceptable" by previous generations, every year.
I guess when we told our parents that when we got older, we'd do what we wanted, we weren't kidding.
Posted: December 26, 2007 • 5:05 pm
Which reminds me of a joke. . .
Two brothers come to the breakfast table. Mom's in the kitchen, and dad's at the table, too. Mom asks the older boy, "James, what would you like for breakfast?" In his best, sleepy, moody teenage voice James mutters "Uhhh, give me some f*****g cornflakes." Dad looks up, reaches over the table and smacks James a good one right across the face, nearly knocking him of the chair.
Dad then looks at junior and asks, "And what do YOU want for breakfast?"
Little Billy answers, "Well, I'm not sure. . .but I know I don't want any f*****g cornflakes."
Two brothers come to the breakfast table. Mom's in the kitchen, and dad's at the table, too. Mom asks the older boy, "James, what would you like for breakfast?" In his best, sleepy, moody teenage voice James mutters "Uhhh, give me some f*****g cornflakes." Dad looks up, reaches over the table and smacks James a good one right across the face, nearly knocking him of the chair.
Dad then looks at junior and asks, "And what do YOU want for breakfast?"
Little Billy answers, "Well, I'm not sure. . .but I know I don't want any f*****g cornflakes."