Commercials I Hate, Vol. 1
Advertiser: Coca-Cola
A family of polar bears is woken up by a raucous penguin party next door, despite the fact that penguins live on the opposite fucking side of the planet as polar bears. They get up and head over the hill, determined to kick some Chilly Willy heinie, or at least get them to put on better music than the Beach Boys.
The little bear slides down the hill and bumps into some penguins. For a moment, we have some real drama. Will interspecial tensions explode into a Crown Heights-type conflagration? Will they whip out switchblades and fight, West Side Story-style?
No, a cute little penguin nudges his way out and offers the bear cub a Coke. This is a really touching, heartwarming gesture of generosity, because nothing washes down penguin flesh quite as well as an ice cold Coke.
A family of polar bears is woken up by a raucous penguin party next door, despite the fact that penguins live on the opposite fucking side of the planet as polar bears. They get up and head over the hill, determined to kick some Chilly Willy heinie, or at least get them to put on better music than the Beach Boys.
The little bear slides down the hill and bumps into some penguins. For a moment, we have some real drama. Will interspecial tensions explode into a Crown Heights-type conflagration? Will they whip out switchblades and fight, West Side Story-style?
No, a cute little penguin nudges his way out and offers the bear cub a Coke. This is a really touching, heartwarming gesture of generosity, because nothing washes down penguin flesh quite as well as an ice cold Coke.