When I saw this commercial for the first time last weekend, I choked on my dinner. My mom was like, “Oh, I guess you hadn’t seen this yet?” Uhh, that would be no. I was horrified! Poor Elvis is rolling in his grave right now.
And by the way, if my husband was sitting around with a bunch of other guys playing instruments and singing about viagra, he wouldn’t have to worry about being impotent: there’s no way he’d be getting laid anyways.
