Ye gods! What’s up with the Vishnu-esque dude in this Domino’s ad? And why did he even ask for his friends’ opinions on sauce if he already knew that his would be the deciding vote? What are his friends’ special mutations? Was this ad even real, or did I imagine it? So many questions. I’ve been in D.C. this week, which means of course I got stuck in Beltway traffic, which left my brain pregnant with toxins and numb from inactivity. Maybe this is a normal pizza ad, and I imagined all the other stuff. Yes, that’s the likeliest explanation. Although if I was hallucinating, I’m surprised the Noid didn’t show up.
—Posted by David Kiefaber