There are so many things wrong with this new (or new to me) Snuggie ad.
I mean, there are so many things wrong with all the Snuggie ads: low budget, bad acting, cheesy product, horrific sets; but this one?
First of all, I would really, really love to see a man at a public sporting event wearing a Snuggie. Because then? I could mock him mercilessly. It would be the most fun I’ve had at a game since watching Andre Agassi (back in his long hair days), who was sitting a few rows away from me in Cougar Stadium, get mobbed by autograph-seeking BYU co-eds to the point that when there was finally a lull in the starry-eyed line he took his shirt off and draped it over his head to hide. Ahhhh . . . one of the finest football games of my life.
Second, and I’m about to go all PG-13 on you here so apologies and all that, there is something really squicky when jingle lyrics talk about how one is so happy that “my hands are free” then shows a man in a Snuggie looking at a centerfold. All kinds of ewww . . . especially when he turns it around to show that it is a centerfold of a woman in. a. Snuggie. Squicky and deviant, if you ask me.
And lastly? The real kicker? Oh my word! A bunch of hands-free adults partying in their Snuggies? What do you even call that? A Snorgy?
And Tewt the Newt is wondering how many Truffula Trees had to die to create all that kink.