At The Commercials: Viagra is no reason to rejoice. Ever.

I am sad about the football season ending. I am not sad about the Viagra commercials ending. The commercials are all sorts of bad, from the premise to the actual content of them. The above one is the absolute worst though.

First, what kind of guys are singing together in a band about their junk essentially not working? Am I the only one who finds this odd? The absolute last thing I would want to admit to my buddies is that my junk doesn't work. Is there some sort of Viagra support group out there? And from this, they must have then decided, "Hey, let's get together and start a band! I mean, we probably won't have the urge to eff anyway because our junk doesn't work, so why not???"

Second, I like how it tries to hit all ethnic and social groups in one commercial, which only makes it seem more fake. It starts out with two generic white dudes, but then WHOA - They have a black friend who drums! Cool! And then their motorcycle friend is playing guitar, and by the way, when you have a rockin' jam like the Viagra tune, you really do need three people playing the guitar. And a cello. AND THE PIANO. AND A GOD DAMN HARMONICA TOO.

And finally, Viagra, why you gotta involve an innocent golden retriever in your penis business? C'mon. Please leave Air Bud out of this.