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although its stupid the one i keep seeing i tend to like cuz its soo like my friends and I. three dudes in a small office.. on holding a stereo, another dork danceing and the last one.. cant remember.. a 4th dude comes in and complains about lost shipments a 5 dude missing and something else.. they turn off the radio show the asshat that everything is ok and turn it back on and continues to dork dance..
heh stupid but yet funny.. the one comercial in the history of my watching tv i liked.. all 31 odd years
mentos... i f*cking hate mentos comercials.. dude in NY city climbs through a dudes car and then turns and flashes the candy.. the driver just shakes his head and smiles
my reality
dude opens the car.. driver.. "wtf are you doing." dude gets out after trashing the floors and back seat with all the dirt oil and grim.. he turns and flashes the candy tube.. driver already pissed off sees the tube and was reaching for his gun freaks and unloads a 9mm clip into the usless teen and his friends..
reality its wonderful
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