Interesting. I didn't know that about Northwest Airlines. Or about Georgia!
The contrast between this nice news anchor's demeanor, and the unseen producer who goes ape shit in the background is what makes this hilarious. I wonder if he got in trouble for this!
A reporter's thankless job sends him into a stable full of cows where he's placed in front of a desk as well as "the business end of a cow," as his correspondent far removed from the stable so colorfully puts it. And what do you know! As if on cue, the cow does what cows do with their business ends.
QVC hosts can't catch a break. It seems that danger in the form of bloopers awaits them at every turn. Take this guy.
This surfer dude built an amazing sand castle, only to have this reporter deftly ruin a portion of it by smooshing it on live TV. He's so chill, he doesn't even blink an eye. I guess if you live your life in Speedos building sand castles, you get to be pretty unfazeable.
Poor Paul. He's shooting a commercial for Beds For Less, but he seems to have mistaken it for a therapy session. In these outtakes (mattress discount commercials have outtakes?!), he pretty much has a midlife crisis right before our eyes.
How does one recover from an on-air burp? A really loud, obnoxious one? (I suppose that characterizes all burps.) Perhaps the way this fellow deals with it isn't the answer.
And no, I'm not talking about having a fever for the flavor of a Pringles! (Although now that I think about it, that sounds yummy.) I mean, laughing, and of course, you usually can't stop when it's really important to stop. Maybe if that guy stopped saying "mucho gusto" like he was trying to seduce her, it would be easier.
Not by choice. I have no clue why this chick puts her head on this crooner's chest in the first place, but she does, and when she goes to step away — there's just no escape. While she's trying to subtly yank the hair out of his pendant, or out of her head (whichever comes first), he's thinking that he's a bona fide stud.
It's no secret that I love me a hearty helping of Jim Gaffigan (with a little Hot Pocket on the side) every now and then. The dude is downright hilarious. But I bet the director of this Saturn commercial thought otherwise after trying to get Jimmy to follow the script —he just wouldn't, couldn't, and as far as I'm concerned, shouldn't keep his lines.