Those fucking Cobra ads.
"You know Daddy Long Legs'?"
"Yeah"
"Well, what do they call the female ones?!"
"Bloody hell! Barman, we'll need two more Cobras, please - it'll take a while to thrash this one out! Female Daddy Long Legs'! There's a brain teaser!"
"And while we're at it, why is 'abbreviated' such a long word?"
"Christ, it's going to be an all-nighter!"
God, these ads are irritating. They're apparently aimed at fictional groups of 'mates' who have so little in common and are so utterly starved for something - anything - to say to each other when they're down the pub that they have to resort to these pedestrian exchanges of pointless questions. Do these dullards really exist? The day I ask one of my closest friends, "why is it called a 'drive-thru' when you have to stop?" is the day I realise I have no close friends. And the day before I take my own life.
Tom Trouble
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