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I saw this tonight during Olympic coverage. I'm their target demographic. Their tactics worked. I want to switch insurance companies.

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Awesome commercial. They could keep this theme going for a long time. The insurance guy could go to Hawaii with them, to the Grand Canyon... heck, he could even end up on The Brady Bunch Variety Hour with them!!
Amy said…
they could also do a whole series of the commercials using a host of 60s and 70s tv shows. Partridge Family (bus accidents?), The Monkees, etc.
AnneR said…
I love it! I'm with you--if choosing insurance only on entertainment value of commercials, this one would be my choice.

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