Let's get a few things straight

first off, feminine hygiene product companies, never ONCE have I considered frolicking on a beach in a gauzy white dress while on my period.
To the gazillion companies making erectile dysfunction medications and expounding the possible side effects. If he has an erection that lasts longer than four hours, chances are I will need the emergency room, not him...
As I stated earlier this week, the black man jamming out to Taylor Swift in his car does not exist. It is purely fictional...I dare you to find a man or a person of any sex over the age of 15 jamming to Taylor Swift while in a car. IF in fact you do find that person, it is more than likely a parent taking one for the team and listening to it for the happiness of their child. And be warned, while they are listening to it, they are waiting for the proper opportunity to drive into a bridge in order to end the endless "We are Never, ever, ever, Heather, Trevor, clever, sever, getting back together."
Again, this was aforementioned...animated bears with chunks of toilet paper clinging to their asses does not make me want to purchase Charmin...toilet paper commercials should show a picture of a roll of toilet paper with the caption that says, "This shit for your shit." It doesn't matter the brand, if its triple ply, twice quilted or scented with the essence of fairies....its shit paper.
Even tho I will admit to listening to it (frankly for the taking one for the team thing) if I were Joe Diffie I would bitch slap Jason Aldean...