This commercial is doing the rounds of social media. I find it hard to believe that they actually had the balls to televise it anywhere, but it gave me a laugh.
Big Lamb (I know technically that’s a sheep, but work with me here) is definitely pushing the envelope on this one. I think I already made a post about another commercial they made which got complaints … yes. Yes I did. But this one is even better.
Okay, so yeah, it’s insensitive to the “vegan religions”, or rather “the people of some cultures who are vegan, and form a majority of that culture and also strongly overlap the religious demographic” … okay, “vegan religion” is easier. But how much is Big Lamb supposed to really care about vegans? I don’t care about vegans, and I work in a non-meat-production-dependent industry.
There’s a lot to enjoy there, from the inclusion of Scientology and Atheism and other wacky philosophies, to Islam not making an appearance for reasons that first seem like sensitivity but then make you think “hang on, Muhammad is on daycare pickup duty? Does that mean what I think it means?”
And basically all the Gods are adorable.
I don’t know, I think the sheer number of people this is going to enrage just goes to show how many sensitive twits we have on this planet. But I think it’s hilarious.
I’m not often driven to introspection or reflection, but the question does come up sometimes. The big question. So big, there’s just no containing it within the puny boundaries of a single set of punctuationary bookends.
Who are these mysterious and unsung heroes of obscurity and shadow? What is their origin story? Do they have a prequel trilogy? What are their secret identities? What are their public identities, for that matter? What are their powers? Their abilities? Their haunted pasts and troubled futures? Their modus operandi? Where do they live anyway, and when? What do they do for a living? Do they really have these fantastical adventures, or is it a dazzlingly intellectual and overwrought metaphor? Or is it perhaps a smug and post-modern sort of metaphor? Is it a plain stupid metaphor, hedged around with thick wads of plausible deniability, a soap bubble of illusory plot dependent upon readers who don’t dare question it for fear of looking foolish? A flight of fancy, having dozed off in front of the television during an episode of something suitably spaceship-oriented? Do they have a quest, a handler, a mission statement, a department-level development objective in five stages?
I am Hatboy.
Just out of interest, when Hubbard says he gave up dinner with Tom Cruise to be there, he isn’t just making a Scientology joke. He’s also referencing a Big Lamb commercial from the 1980s, where a girl wins a dinner with Tom Cruise … but turns it down, because it’s on a night her mum is cooking a lamb roast.
That’s just fucking amazing.
“Atheism and other wacky philosophies”
Am I the only one who noticed the fucking shade here on Gallboy’s Gallstand? Dreameling? Where the fuck are you?
I don’t feed trolls. You shouldn’t either.
Putting aside the subjective aspects of whether or not that was trolling/he’s a troll and whether or not I’m feeding him…I’m not skilled at doing only what I should. You should know that about me ;D
I don’t think feeding trolls is a skill, man. Or you certainly shouldn’t approach it as a skill.
Not what I wrote….
…and yet here we are.
(I told you you shouldn’t feed trolls. You told me you’re not skilled at only doing things you should. Ergo, you’re skilled at feeding trolls. Ergo again, feeding trolls is a skill. QED.)
*burps, wipes mouth daintily with napkin*
You might very well be the most diabolically crafty troll I’ve ever encountered. Look at what you done to your atheists!
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled was [span style=”color: #ffffff;”]
“(I told you you shouldn’t feed trolls. You told me you’re not skilled at only doing things you should. Ergo, you’re skilled at feeding trolls. Ergo again, feeding trolls is a skill. QED.)”
LMAO ok bro, ok. You’re trying way too hard on this one. I never agreed that I shouldn’t feed trolls, not to mention whether he is trolling or I was feeding him. Therefore the entire foundation for your logic chain there fails.
I can’t have admitted feeding trolls is a skill by saying “I’m not skilled at doing only what I should” because I have not accepted any of the previous paragraph. As I clearly stated in my second comment. And furthermore there is a difference between NOT being skilled at NOT doing something, and BEING skilled at doing that something.
Man, logic has been slipping since I’ve been away. Troll, I mean Hatboy, I blame you.
And you could have just let my joke go, also. LOL
Not feeding the trolls is definitely a skill. And it is one possessed by only the tiniest fraction of people on this planet. And y’all ain’t two of them.
This is why I grow fat and sleek.
“Not feeding the trolls is definitely a skill. And it is one possessed by only the tiniest fraction of people on this planet. And y’all ain’t two of them.”
The biggest hindrance to my doing this, or not doing this, whatever…you know what I mean…is that I don’t fucking FEEL like not feeding the trolls.
Semantics! I know what you wrote, and you know what I read, yo.
PS. I thought your joke deserved recognition by way of a reply. I just couldn’t leave it hanging. And here we are again.
“Semantics! I know what you wrote, and you know what I read, yo.”
You say semantics, I say pedantics XD (enough of these antics?)
“PS. I thought your joke deserved recognition by way of a reply. I just couldn’t leave it hanging. And here we are again.”
Wherever you go, there you are!
P.S. I didn’t think you deserved a reply, but I like to have the last word XD
A “fuck off” in rap-rhyming prose. Dude, I love you. Peace out.
Seriously though, it is a bit weak to call my lazy jab a “troll”. You’re totally diluting the noble heritage and deep meaningfulosity of the word!
That said, I have definitely been embiggened by this discussion.
In my pants.
A perfectly cromulent response (because there’s not a chance in Hell dreameling is going to get a Simpsons reference).
Poor little bugger…. Not sure what that’s a reference to but I know it is.
Well, this whole comment section reminds me of the great educational film “Don’t Do what Johnny Don’t Does!” and it’s accompanying graphic novels.
its…shit. Before you even say it. Ziiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip it.
God damn. Points for speed.