When you inevitably run out of things to talk about with your Valentine’s Day date tomorrow, follow Labatt Blue’s lead, and start whispering sweet nothings to your beer. It will bearanteed you get in her picanic basket. Sorry, I couldn’t help myself. I’m far more amused by a talking bear than a man of my level of sophistication should be.
I’m sure there have been ads recently, but I can’t remember the last time I saw a Labatt commercial. I’m glad they came out swinging their giant Canadian paws, and I may have to buy a case just to show my appreciation for the brief bit of entertainment. Thankfully there are no bears in Chicago because no amount of yelling “spumoni” will protect you if you get between a bear and its beer.