It's official…
I'm never reading The Hater again.

Also…
While we're at it, this is by far less creepy than the "Friends are there for friends with mental illnesses" commercials.

I think that, like all else…
If we just showed Jessica Alba running on a treadmill in a red halter, we could have her squeeze it into a glass and then pour it over her scantily clad chest.

Oy.
They must have accidentally broadcasted this commercial north of the IHOP-Wafflehouse line.

Oh Amelie…
How disappointing of you. In the coming months we will already be bombarded with stupid, pointless hatred on both sides of our monopolized national fence.