I love many of the Budweiser Real Men of Genius radio ads.
I can’t help myself. It’s a combination of the naming convention and the cheesy background vocals that serve as punctuation.
C-Man hates the radio, and he doubly hates commercials, but sometimes when the alarm goes off in the morning I pretend I’m asleep because I hope they’ll play “Mr. SUV Stretch Limo Maker Guy” before C-Man gets annoyed enough to ask me to turn it off.
I’m a sad, sad person.