I suppose it’s been about three months now since some poor, misguided, Central-Pennsyltucky entreprenurial type decided that the backwards, mullet-wearing, NASCAR-loving denizens of these parts ought to be seeking out mates to breed and multiply their peculiar species across this swath of Earth. To that end he created some sort of telephone dating system for the locals.
Naturally this service is advertised heavily on television. All the commercials are the typical cheap, locally produced crap we’ve come to know and love. You know the type: bad lighting, horrible sound and ridiculous actors. It’s all a bunch of typical inbred talking heads making snappy one-liners on the telephone. “I’m fat and balding but I have a really kick-ass [insert name of the dead guy from NASCAR here] t-shirt.” That sort of thing.
There is one gem in this stupefying series of satan-spawned silliness. I highly doubt the producers of the commerical intended this to look like a two-way exchange, still there’s no arguing with results.
A mindnumbingly bored looking blonde chick with one of those necklaces that looks like a zipper for her head sits with the phone:
“I’m not ugly.”
Cut away to your typical ex-frat guy from any one of our cheap, useless State institutions of higher learning:
“I’m not particular.”
Pure comedy gold.