Don’t get me wrong. I like Nataly Dawn, but there is something about this
commercial, the music, and her, that makes me want to punch her in the face.
I think she’s sweet, and I want to marry her, but I’d really love to pop her one,
apologize, and then go on with our life. This post in no way advocates
violence toward women. I want to punch Jack Conte in the face too-
both would be nice.
It’s just this commercial. I don’t know the song- never heard it before,
yet it’s included in the series with songs you couldn’t forget if you tried.

And the thing is I really enjoy all the commercials, just this one
brings out my irrational violent side. The Up on the Housetop commercial
is the one commercial of the three I can’t get out of my head.

And Nataly Dawn really is very cute, and I bet very hard to please; not even in bed or sexual way.
You just know she’d require aDawson’s Creek level of emotional maintenance.
And her being a moderate success would only make things worse. Her name alone,
practically means Christmas morning, and if everyday isn’t like Christmas morning, good
god, can you imagine the whining you’d have to endure?
The thought of having to give her the kind of attention she requires
makes me want to pull one of these: