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Radio commercials we HATE!

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Living in Southern California, the radio dial is fairly crammed with stations at every decimal point up and down the spectrum. Anyone who has ever tried to use one of those iPod FM transmitter devices can attest to that. Chances are you'll be competing with a station coming in loud and clear from Fresno, rendering your $39.95 gadget totally useless.

Because we have to many radio stations, we also have hundreds of radio commericals. Some clever, some trite, and some downright awful. These are the kind that make you want to drive off a bridge, tear your ears off, and scream the Star Spangled Banner at the top of your lungs in order to keep out all outside sound. And that's on a good day.

Topping the list of our least favorites are the godawful "Keyes, Keyes, Keyes, Keyes on Van Nuys" jingle, the "Call Power!" butchering of the Ghostbusters (which was a butchering of Huey Lewis) theme. But nothing, and I mean NOTHING can approach the totally horrific singular awfulness of Sit N Sleep. Whoever dreamt up this commercial needs to be shot. And then whoever had the genius idea to keep running them needs to have Larry Miller sit on them. For a long period of time. We would rather listen to 400 fingernails on a chalkboard than, "Or your mattress is FREEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!" Nothing makes us slap wildly at the radio buttons, just praying we can shut the damn thing off while we careen down the 101, threatening both life and limb, like this atrocity does.

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Please, radio commercial programmer people of the U.S., spare us.