I saw a kid on a Tylenol commercial once. I hated her. She was dressed up in a pink ballerina outfit and squirming around in front of her dad, trying to get him to watch her. The dad obviously had a long day at work, and was exhausted from working his ass off to feed his spoiled little daughter, but she persisted to dance around and get his attention. Shut up you little *****, he's trying to sleep. But no.. she continues to dance. Then the announcer whispers "Don't worry little one, daddy's going to be okay" and then he takes some Tylenol to muster up enough strength to watch the little **** dance. Makes me want to puke. If I were the father, I'd scream and go into a rage for the slightest interruption. I didn't go to work for 8 hours just to come home and get bothered by my daughter's ****ty dance. I'd say "You suck. Your dancing is horrible, I hope you break your legs. You're never going to be a dancer. Go sit in the corner and play with your dirt." And dirt is too much for her to play with. I'd give my kids rusty nails and battery acid. If they don't like it, they'll have to sell drugs to buy new toys, and that's after I take out my share of their profit to buy alcohol with it. Spoiled little brats. Why don't they go work for a change? Or are they too good to make an honest living? I've heard all the bull**** excuses like "I'm not tall enough to work at a construction site.." or "I'm only a kid." Oh.. it's breaking my heart. Tough ****. Go to work.
