Originally published at: The cliche "This Is Your Brain on Drugs" PSA fried my brain | Boing Boing
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Thus the rebuttal ad campaign from the California Egg Commission.
This is your “Papasan” on drugs.
I completely agree. I’ll take my brain poached, please. With bacon!
I remember brain whites making a pretty sturdy hair gel, too.
And all this time I thought it was a front for the American Egg Board.
The War on (illegal) Drugs (taking profits away from our legal drugs)
I can’t eat a raw egg, especially without cracking it.
I find fried eggs mighty tasty however.
So, raw egg = useless, “my brain on drugs” = useful
Math checks out
I’d like my brain on drugs with hash browns and 3 strips of bacon, please.
The right kind of drugs…
In the creative meeting. “Let’s find a guy that looks like Every Dad. Kind of a dick in a rumpled shirt. He’s all preachy, you know, like your dad was when you were in full ‘I hate my fucking parents’ mode. Yeah. Then we do the thing, the whole fry an egg thing. OH, and the kicker? We throw in that rhetorical thing all dick dads do at the end, like, “any questions?” Like he really wants you to ask a question so he can punch you. This is definitely the tack to take with teenagers. They’ll eat it up. Which reminds me… anyone else go for an omelette right now? Man I’m hungry.”
This is your brain off drugs
Aka the Korean War vet dad out of central casting. Alcohol abuse sold separately.
…oh
Now I really want a fried egg.
I am, though, full disclosure, a little stoned . . .