There’s something about this Hanes commercial that makes my skin crawl so badly that it has walked off of me and I’m now just a really tall, gangly skeleton. The music was clearly created by an old smelly man who muttered “panties” alot under his breath whilst composing it. And the dancers – UGH – the dancers! What is with their freaky moves and robot smiles? Did they all just have a girl kiss session after lunching on Zima six packs and a bottle of Percocet? Seriously, I would rather pluck out my pubic hairs that expose myself to 29 seconds of this crap.
Which is why I am putting it up on my blog for you to watch over and over again.