Happy International Pooper-Scooper Week from Your Friends at the Proctology Clinic

I’ve snickered my way past the billboards on the Belt Parkway for years. I mean, is there really an epidemic of man boobs and hemorrhoids among Brooklyn men?

Before this weekend though, I didn’t realize the full scale of the advertising blitz by our borough’s finest ass repair establishment (or that they even really existed) until I happened upon my husband bent over, laughing his ass off at their new commercial (it's so new I haven't been able to find it online yet--sorry! But you can find it on NY1 morning news breaks).

Let it be said that my husband may be the only person left in the world who actually watches commercials or, for that matter, live television, but I really think he may be on to something. I would argue that local tv advertising (okay, this isn't ours but it is hilarious) provides some of the best entertainment this city has to offer. 

It brought me right back to the halcyon days of the unforgettable Mount Airy Lodge and Jacoby & Meyers commercials of my childhood. In the pantheon of great bad local ads, the Proctology Clinic has earned a special place: if not in my heart, than somewhere anyway.

And if my tush is some day broken and in need of fixing, I tell you, I would put my trust in the good Dr. Boris Sachakov and his award-worthy staff, even if he really is that gangly-looking twenty-something in the surgical blues. In fact, in my second third 4^th unpaid gig as marketing director of FIPS, I think I’m going to give them a call tomorrow to offer a discounted ad…. on parkslopeparents.com. 

They don't stop at billboards and commercials, they even advertise on metrocards!

In keeping with my renewed appreciation for the disappearing art of really bad television advertising, I’m compiling a list of the best in bad local commercials currently on the air.

I can only think of the timeless  “we make yo drrrreams come true” spot for The Grand Prospect Hall.

And there’s a weird new age sauna/bath spa one, I think.

What say you?