What a Load of Poop!

WARNING: This post contains mention of certain bodily functions dealing with the removal of waste. It's not too graphic, but I though I should warn you just the same.

Please allow me a brief rant. Have you seen this commecial where a guy is mountain biking in the middle of nowhere when he realizes he is about to be hit with a case of the runs? We are then taken inside his body where we see his internal command crew panicking (think of the inside the man's body during a date segment of Woody Allen's "Everything You Wanted to Know About Sex..."). The crew then sends up the order to take Imodium, which the guy conveniently has stashed in his pack. I assume he takes it, and next he just bikes off all better.

Now, I don't know about you, but when I get the feeling that I have diarrhea, it isn't like "hmmm, I think I may have the runs in an hour so I should take something to stop it." I usually become aware of the situation when it is "on deck" and all ready for blast-off. There is nothing in the world that can make it actually reverse course. I guess that is why, if it were me in the commercial, when I open my pack the camera wouldn't show a centrally placed bottle of Imodium, full and just waiting to come to the rescue. The camera would show a full roll of TP with lotion that I stole from my brother's travel supply.

That's what they need to do! Stop running the commercial right now, sell it to Charmin who will reshoot just enough to make it a much more realistic spot for toilet paper. I am not saying that Imodium doesn't work or is a bad product. In fact, I just went to their site and they earned big "brownie" points (hee hee), for having a Restroom Shuffle game. I just think that the scene they created was too unbelievable for me.

Ok, I am done. I just get mad when advertisers assume we are idiots. I now return you to your regularly scheduled, doodoo-free blogging.