This is exactly why dudes have unrealistic expectations of women's bodies. I bet a few even think these ta-tas are real. And they expect all of us to have a set that can perform 360 degree rotations before powering into a projectile nipple light show.
Do kiddies have to be coaxed into eating sushi in Japan? I wouldn't think so, but if the aim of this live-action, singing sushi show is to persuade peeps to push their palates in the raw direction, then this is a gamble. I personally don't want to see the contents of my meal get up and into a chorus line, but the personification of uncooked food is a widespread marketing trend nowadays.
The commercial opens with a chubby old dude jumping rope on a tropical beach while dressed in a pink, two-piece workout outfit. Is it not obvious? It's straight out of Japan, which means it's only gonna get better from here — or worse, depending on your tolerance for improbable body morphing, unwarranted sex changes, and other forms of "creative" advertising.
Our friends in Japan never cease to entertain. Leave it to them to give an ordinary product some extraordinary packaging "enhancements" to entice male consumers. You know what they say — sex sells.
When I stumbled upon this vid, I initially thought I was watching a sitcom, then a music vid, then an advertisement, and finally, I concluded that I really didn't give an eff. This trip is worth taking regardless! To hell with knowing ourselves, it's all about knowing our oversized, trumpet-tooting, robot-dancing, anthropomorphic chickens.
Have these people lost their minds? If stewing in broth and soaking in soy sauce counts as crazy, then yes. But the Ramen Noodle bath is actually a spa treatment offered in Japan (surprise, surprise).
Japanese television strikes again! In this case, innocent folks walking down the hall get the scare of their lives. Anyone remember C.H.U.D.?
Japanese television always has a plethora of insane and useless antics on display, but this-- this is just downright cool. Only two people are visible in the following performance, but I've counted up to ten on stage at once. They all work seamlessly together to create a less than romantic dinner scene where everything is tossed and turned upside down- boyfriend not excluded.
A highly-choreographed Japanese flash mob forgot to choreograph what would happen when the cops show up to crash (and crush) the party. I guess scattering like spazzes could be considered "improvisational dance."