A clumsy oaf fumbles around for a late-night snack in a dark kitchen and winds up with a bottle of Frosty Jack's Cider shoved up his butt. Then his hot girlfriend walks in. Who writes this stuff, Hemingway? OK, let's put aside the soul-crushing stupidity this U.K. ad perpetuates and focus instead on Frosty Jack's claim of being "anti-conventional." The guy's mortified, the chick's confused and disgusted. I'd say those are awfully conventional responses. Now, if she looked intrigued, reached for the two-liter bottle of Coke and turned on some Barry White, then we'd be defying some norms! Via Copyranter. Check out one more spot, posted after the jump, which encourages viewers to fake Tourette syndrome in order to use parking spots reserved for disabled people.
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