Yeah, their ads pretty much blow. But I am glad they're keeping those 7th graders busy after school. They don't seem to stop by offering me lame-ass wrapping paper anymore - and no one has tried to turn my living room into a doctor's office in at least six years. Seriously, as I told the guy who sent me the link below, Bud Light makes Maxim seem like The New Yorker. No joke. And that's the other thing. There are no jokes in Bud Light spots. Just fart noises and Dirty Sanchezes. I know! Let's drill a hole through the wall to the girl's locker room and, wait, that was Porkey's. Okay. I know! Let's sleep with a huuuuuge black girl and whip out her huuuuuuge undies and, oh, right, Road Trip. Um. Okay. Let's just take a dump there. Show some tits there. And call it a wrap. But not before winking to the camera, y'all. You gotta wink to the camera, y'all. Oh no he diiin. Wink. Wink.

Anyway, Will Ferrell is a one-man selling machine. I've purchased a gross of Old Spice since watching these things. I don't know how many a gross is, but it's probably like 900. That's a fact. Yes, I doubt he had a script. I mean, aren't writers everywhere on strike? That's why I've been so slack lately. Solidarity.

Whatever. They shame Bud Light's version. Watch them all. And I know there was a campaign a while back that did a similar thing. It was like for a video game or something. I can't find it. Still, these are good. And thanks to the Diesel for sending me the link all the way from Iowa or wherever.