The ad: This flatulent sacrilege for Hormel turkey chili, tagged "Have an out-of-bowl experience." The prize: A free perpetual-care site at Pine Lawn. The verdict: "Out of bowl" means either "toilet bowl" or "out of bowel," they just dropped a letter. Thank you to the four million loyal readers who boldly suggested one or both of these. Now go have a Kaopectate malted and get back to work, the lot of you.
This ad cashes in on our fragile human fears of that most dreaded millennial specter, the Three Tubers of the Apocalypse.
Death rides a pale potato. You're right, it's almost as terrifying as those damn M&M's.
. . . those celestial spuds are more than likely diarrhea-induced hallucinations.
Hence the phrase, "Hey, man, this is some really good shit."
Those aren't flying chili-potato angels. They're the really spectacular poops one gets after consuming . . .
Sheldon, go play with your Mr. Hankey doll!
Those aren't potatoes. Those are pigeons (actually only one pigeon, duplicated -- lazy bastards). Hormel caught hell for the whole pigeon recipe, so at the last minute they decided to call them potatoes.
The damn Audubon Society. When will they stop meddling? A pigeon is really nothing more than a potato with wings, and we say bake 'em all and sell 'em as McBirdies.
These are N'Calle N'Doo-Doo, the legendary Flying Turds of Botswana. They hold a place in Botswanian folklore similar to El . . .
Stop right there, James, you think we were born yesterday? We know the story about how they wheeled out the giant fan, so save it for the little boy's room!
This is the first ad in a series that Hormel is doing with Always pantyliners with wings.
Yeah, and they also have a line of extra-calcium chili with Depends.
This ad drives deep into areas best left to Freud . . . what is the proper course of action when overcome by the inevitable result of legume consumption?
We don't think Freud addressed this issue, but according to Procter & Gamble, you should eat a bag of Olestra chips to "come down."
Notice any similarities between the three potatoes? This is just more evidence that Jesus clones food. Need I remind you of the fish and loaves thing?
No, you needn't, we have a tuna sandwich in our briefcase. But you're right. And it's Pat Robertson who came up with the line, "Two for me, none for you."
What we don't see in this ad are the hordes of departed human souls floating heavenward right behind these potatoes. We don't see them because they are green and ghastly, having died of botulism from these obviously underwashed potato skins.
Sue, will you lighten up? Are you one of those people who needs a Black & Decker Buffmaster to polish an apple?
This ad is a mixed baggie of drug references, ranging from the explicit -- "baked" and "experience" (Hendrix) -- to the subtle, THC (Turkey Hormel Chili) . . . Why don't they just come out and say it: Hormel chili will feed the need when you've smoked all of your dope.
Uh-oh. Did you say "Feed the need"? You've stolen that canned ravioli slogan, man. That kid in the tree who eats it cold is coming after you.
Why three potatoes? Is this one of those subliminal ads referencing the Trinity? Is Hormel actually appealing to the Born Again community to eat more processed canned meat? Will they have an interactive version of this ad for the Internet where the potatoes actually fly to the light?
Alan B. Rosenfeld
So we guess you could say those online Born Agains are gonna get a lot of Spam. That joke is your fault, Al, it was your damn setup!
Beans, beans, the magical fruit, the more you eat, the more likely you are to induce the complete shutdown of delicate gastrointestinal processes, which, according to Newton's Third Law of Motion, will violently catapult you into the heavens on a column of flaming methane, screaming, "I can see my house from heeeeere."
First Freud, now Newton. We attract such an intellectual crowd!
This is clearly a case of a mixed metaphor of the Field of Dreams variety. When asked "Is this heaven?" Costner replies something like, "No, it's Iowa." Iowa, Idaho -- what's the difference, really?
Beyond the fact that after The Postman Costner no longer cares what state he's in, we have no idea what you're talking about, Tammy.
This is part of the Devil's master plan to make us believe Heaven is where good people suffer an eternity of gas pains. No, Satan, we will not believe you. Everybody knows you can't get chili in Heaven, only veggie burgers!
Yeah, ever since St. PETA took over. Ka-bing! You made us do that, Mark! Do you know Al?
Obviously, what the ad is trying to say is that when you eat Hormel chili (turkey with beans) you will feel like you've died and gone to heaven. Also, their tag is referring to the flying potatoes, showing that chili doesn't always have to be eaten in a bowl.
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