Holy crap, do I ever wish I had come up with this.
... and this.
Amazing.
Dear Vern Fonk,
Holy mother of all that is sacred and true, you need to give me a job in your marketing department. It is like I was meant to write your commercials. Need a spec? I'M ON IT LIKE GRAVY ON POUTINE. You won't regret this, Mr. Fonk. You surely won't.
Sincerely,
Sarah
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Those might have been funny 2 YEARS AGO...now, just dumb.
There's no way I would go to that dude for insurance. A Burrito, yes...but not insurance.
But that's exactly why it's so funny... because they are so behind the times.
Also because I never really got over the Saturday Night Fever one where they danced and sang "Vern, baby, Vern! Vern Fonk Insurance!" to the tune of Disco Inferno.
NO WAY. I was just thinking the other day that I really wanted to see Napoleon Dynamite again. It's classic.
Vern Fonk is no bandwagon jumper. He was just biding his time to make these ads.
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