Anti-drug commercials seem to like talking dogs. Who doesn't, really?
There a dog in the squiggle-vision anti-pot commercial that is all like, "Yo, come play with me!" but the guy's too baked to go outside.
Then there's another one where this real cute teen girl is in the kitchen gettin' her grub on and her little terrier pops up on a stoll and tells her she's changed since she started toking up, and he'll be outside if she decides to come hang out with him again.
I mean what's the lesson behind this? Dogs make you feel bad?
All I'm getting from this is that if I smoke weed my dog will start fucking talking.
And that's pretty fucking sweet.
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