If anyone knows where I can find the parties, bars, and girls featured in a Coors Light commercial please point me in the right direction. I have nothing against the silver bullet, but seriously, these lame rock songs about girls with rings in their bellies and ears have got to stop. As if having Kid-Rock buy rounds at a football game wasn't enough. I enjoyed the Wingman, and even the Wingdog, but these commercials where the two young bachelors, escorted by 5-6 unreal women, open the secret door to a place with countless amazingly gorgeous women, flirting like it's their last chance before armageddon, surrounded by massive buckets of Coors Light on ice, dancing at a house party like they're at a freakin' rave just seems to throw me for a loop.
They should re-make the commercials with fat chicks drinking the Beast and charging money for cups. I'd find it easier to believe, and a hell of a lot funnier.
-schrags