TV Rots Your Brain, Part 2

That commercial for Bosley (I think it's Bosley, or is that some fitness chain?). Anyway, the hair transplant one. I don't like it. It bugs me.

What the guy actually says is, " I have to start carrying a picture around or something, because people almost don't believe how unbelievable the quality of the work is."

Okay, I don't need to point out the redundancy here. But, a PICTURE? Really? It's not big foot, dude. That chick in line in front of you at the gas station isn't going to be fascinated by evidence of your scalp transformation. I can just picture this guy busting out his wallet--"here's my granddaughter visiting with santa...here's my sons graduation picture...oh, & here's what my head used to look like." Besides, isn't the whole point of getting hair transplants to hide the fact that you're bald?

Then we have this doofus:

This is the guy I really want to punch. He sounds like he shot up before the set.

Picture this dork hosting weird hair parties where women stand in line (like in that viagra commercial) waiting to touch his hair. That should be in their next bad "where are they now" commercial.