Why do the gross commercials with gyrating women selling something always show up when I'm watching TV with my dad? Or that one with the guy grinning from ear to ear because some pill is giving him a bigger wang? It's just uncomfortable. I don't want to acknowledge the presence of sex in the presence of my dad. I just wanna watch VH1 recap Saturday Night Live in the 2000s. I'm starting to think there's an evil little man living in my TV who makes these horrible commercials come on whenever my dad is in the room. Never when I'm alone.
But my dad is, thankfully, cool as a cucumber when this happens. This completely suggestive and cheesy Trojan ad for a "personal massager" showed up when we were watching the SNL retrospective, and while I promptly hid in my sweater, he just says "Jesus, I thought this was an SNL skit."
Go dads.
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