Bitching and moaning.

Alright, I thought the most disturbing commercial I had seen on television lately was the Pepto Bismol commercial that featured the giant monsters attacking a city who all suddenly have naseau, heartburn, upset stomach and diahrrea. Mainly because the of the last one, and the consequences of a 50 foot monster towering over me with bowel problems. Creepy.

But now, I just saw a new commercial that distrubs me. Granted in a different way. I think it's for a cell phone company, but they parody A Christmas Story, down to the last detail. But instead of a Red Ryder BB Gun, it's for a cell phone. Maybe I'm getting cranky in my years, but I feel my outrage towards this commercial lies somewhere between "is nothing sacred?" and "raping my childhood!"

C'mon guys. Can't we leave some things alone?

Alright I'm done.