This New York Times article on 50 Cent's life in the sleepy suburb of Farmington, Conn. , is quite wry - But a cook at China Palace said Mr. Jackson could save 10 percent on any order over $30... Ah, the privileges of fame... 10% off Chinese takeout! For the party, Mr. Jackson ordered more than $5,000 worth of liquor, including "a lot of Baccardi," according to the owner of a Farmington liquor store who spoke on the condition of anonymity "to protect his privacy." Sipping Bacardi (ooh, caught a Times misspelling) like it's his birthday. How anonymous could a liquor store owner in a suburban town be? It's not like there're hundreds of liquor stores in the town, I'm guessing. I like how they keep referring to him as Mr. Jackson...
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probably the worst beer campaign in the world. and carlsberg tastes shitty anyhow.
Regardless of any further justification, it deserved a mention in dsng.net, which is an accomplishment in itself. When you get people talking about an ad (and invariably the product), I think an ad has acheived its aim. Pervasiveness is key! :P
igaku - as the others' posts seem to show though, everyone knows the ads, but noone has changed their opinion of the beer because of them! :)
The Nordic beauty beach-strolling ads were extremely cheesy in my opinion! But I suppose that's irrelevant, since I don't drink beer. And if it works for you and other male beer drinkers, then it's fine.
Though the one with the old auntie with curlers in her hair's quite disgusting...