Friday, December 5, 2008

The 12 Ads of Christmas # 3 - Sweet Box Shakin'

by Katrocket from Rocketradio

On the third day of Christmas, FTA gives to you: Sweet Box Shakin'!

Okay, after a couple rounds of lingerie supermodels and dog ball-lickin', here's something just for the ladies! And also for my houseboy, Reynaldo.

This Joe Boxer/K-Mart was out a few years ago, but it's still one of my favourite holiday ads of all time. I can watch this all day and never tire of it (as long as I'm allowed a couple of diddle breaks.)



Every year I ask for Dick in a Box, but I always end up with movie passes and scented candles. Fuckers.

11 comments:

pistols at dawn said...

Every year, the candle I get you is dick-scented. does that count for nothing?

katrocket said...

No way! That was a candle? Thanks for telling me that just now. I thought it was a dildo!

SouthernBelle said...

That is GENIUS.

Why do I feel the urge to go out and buy like a million pairs of boxers now?

whoissecretdubai said...

a humble request...(for anyone not allowing this post through--not spam--)

Anyone happen to know who Secret Dubai (the blogger: secretdubai.blogspot.com) is?

http://whoissecretdubai.blogspot.com/

The Vegetable Assassin said...

That is AWESOME! I'm totally buying some joes now.

Who's this spam dude who's sending us all comments?

katrocket said...

re: secret dubai stalker -- If y'all get a message from this guy, go to his blog and FLAG him with Blogger (link is in the top nav bar). Report him as spam and he'll be gone.

Poobomber said...

That guy seems kind of excitable.

I'd hate to see what would happen if there was something cool like an X-box in the box.

Belinda said...

I love that JT can laugh at himself more than anyone else can...he is brilliant, as is Dick in a Box. Absolute classic!

ÄsK AliCë said...

Mmmm dick in a box

Just almost made inappropriate "in MY box" comments but stopped myself

Dr Zibbs said...

That expression gets, "gayest face of the week" award.

Chris said...

Oh, I remember happiness. I was joyous once. It was in June. June 19th, 1978. From two to two-twenty in the afternoon. I danced a happy little dance, just like this guy.

The difference is that I was ten and I'd just shot myself in the foot with a BB gun.

Ah, just kidding. It's always fun to watch happy people dance gaily. Or watch gay people dance happily. Whichever.