I don’t watch a lot of Judge Judy, and even less Montel.
Thus, yesterday was the first time I saw the following commercial:
I have a few problems with this commercial:
1. They act like farting is such a home-wrecker. “You owe it to your marriage!” I actually hope I’m wrong, because I think it would be hilarious, but I doubt that many marriages were ended by a fart.
Husband: “Honey, thanks for the bean soup.”
Wife: “You’re welcome, Dear. I know you had a long day at work today.”
Husband: “What a joyous marriage we have. Good night, my love.”
Wife: “I’m the luckiest woman alive. Good ni…Wait a minute!!! Did you just fart?!? I’m calling my lawyer!!!”
2. Why is the dude always the culprit? Like women never drop bombs? I mean, my wife, of course, doesn’t ever fart, but I imagine that most guys have wives that do. (Don’t worry, Dear — your secret is safe…as long as none of my audience reads parantheticals.)
3. Can you imagine how the Dry Cleaner feels on Better Marriage Blanket day? The flatulence hasn’t been destroyed, but rather stored up in a blanket-shaped containment unit. If cleaning the blanket removes all stored-up smells, I liken Better Marriage Blanket day at the Dry Cleaners to the day that the grid was shut off in Ghostbusters. A terrible evil was unleashed onto the city that day…
