Your commercials make me kill babies.
Bob's wife wearing roller skates and fake-playing a country ditty, while two women in their 40's play patty-cake on the floor.
Bob, wife, and father pretend to be playing rock music that would even make Green Day laugh, and fake-singing, dressed in leather.
Fucking hell man. Just let me fucking buy a fucking couch without having to see your dad saying he's going to marry your wife.
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