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I remember a television commercial for eggs that ran in Canada a few years ago. The idea was to show how fast and easy one could cook an egg.



The man cracked an egg into a bowl, mixed the egg up, and placed the bowl in a microwave oven. He then looked out his kitchen widow in the early morning as he waited. The microwave soon "beeped". His egg was done. Then his toast popped out of the toaster.



It was this commercial that showed me a way to cook an egg in the microwave. I have done it this way ever since. Fast and easy.



What have commercials taught you?







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The Art of Magic is said to be the world*s third oldest profession; the second is said to be advertising. - Inspired by Max Maven.

That only brunettes need head&shoulders.



That the only way to drink Mt. Dew or Coke in a bottle is to guzzle the whole thing at once.



That juicy fruit gum sticks need to be "rolled" in to ones mouth.

I remember a school friend of mine learned how to tie a necktie from a McDonald*s commercial that showed a man in a hurry rushing downstairs and putting his tie on as he dashed out the door.

That beer makes me popular, and surrounds me with sexy, loose women.



That dandruff may have cost me an untold number of romances.



That sweet drinks give me athletic prowess.



That my sexual prowess is defined by my vehicle.



That I am in Canada, and I should appreciate that.


Everything I know.



Right from wrong.



Dogs are funny.



Resistance is futile.



The right car makes you cool.

That you can throw some chicken and veggies in some aluminum foil, wrap it up and bake it, and it tastes good.



My husband was very impressed, until I told him where I saw it.

That as a woman, I must wear white pants, bicycle, jump and leap during "that time of the month".



The US military "Accelerates your life" towards death.



That I can work in an office and eat BK all the time and not get fat.



When washing my face I must splash the water up to my face in such a way that drenches my clothes, the floor and the sink area of my bathroom.



Pink bunnies will never die.



One commercial tought me that I could open my VW*s windows by turning the key twice and another showed me how to steal a beer from a friend (or total stranger) by having them balance a glass bottle on his or her thumbs.

That monkeys really do make great co-workers

Oooh!ooh! *Waves hands in the air* I know!



Advertising has taught me that when you are to wipe grease or grime off something, simply spray three times from the pink bottle, and when you wipe it the grease will come off immediatly when the cloth touches the grease and before it reaches the cleaning-stuff as if by magic!

When kids go for a pooh-pooh in the little girls room it smells like flowers. At least if we believe AirWick.



Does any of you like the smell of lavender and s*** as much as me??

Caffeinegoddess said

>>That as a woman, I must wear white pants, bicycle, jump and leap during "that time of the month".



From the sci-fi sitcom "Red Dwarf", the android Kryten speaking "I know it*s your special time, and you*ll be spending a lot of time wearing white jeans and pouring blue liquid on things."

hahahha! yes! lol

PSA*s have actually taught me some useful things, like how I should be wearing sunglasses because macular degeneration is a real concern, or that I should call a cab when I*m seeing two locks on my car door.

But regular ads? Well, a martini shaker can be an effective substitute for a washing machine, for one. That the second-place rent-a-car place is secretly better than the first. That despite the American obsession with everything big, we should actually think small. And of course, that sex will be used to sell ANYTHING, no matter how irrelevant. For example, music downloading www.napstergirl.com.

Heinz meanz bean-loverz has added to my food vocabulary *Fry up*, *jacket potatoes*; and it has given me new ways to eat baked beans.

Commercials have taught me one very important thing.



No matter what spray on cleaner-crap I use, be it the pink stuff, the supah-powah-white bottle stuff, the sure to kill any grease oxi-stuff or whatever, the sponge contains the magic.



It does! Just look at any demonstration, they spray on the stuff onto a heavily greased whatsit, and when they take the sponge it*ll magically come off right from where the sponge starts touching the grease no matter where they sprayed that gunk.



Clearly, I have the wrong sponges. In my house, the grease comes off only where I spray. Now, if I could only find these magical sponges I*d be a happy gal.

Living in Canada, commercials have taught me the way to enjoy a good beer (or any fine alcoholic beverage) is to never drink any of it.