Roughing the Kicker

My favorite joke of all time, you will probably not be surprised to learn, is from Richard Pryor. Edited in the interests of taste, it goes like this:

Pryor’s wife comes home early. Walks up to the bedroom. Catches Richard doing the wild thing with another woman. Wife glares. Pryor improvises. “Who you gonna believe, [female canine]?” he cries. “Me, or your lyin’ eyes?”

I think of that joke every time somebody—including us—writes about which ads have and have not been accepted to run during the Super Bowl (which means I think about it way too much).