My all time worst commercials are the ones done locally. There is a place that files tax returns and the name is...are you ready? Mo Money Taxes.....and their theme song is, I got the hookup holla if you hear me.
Picture this:
A girl pulls up in the beauty shop in an old car while Good Times theme song is playing in the background. Good Times as in JJ, Florida Evans yall....anyway... She walks in the beauty shop complaining about not having any money and her car needs repairing. One of the customers tells her to go to Mo Money Taxes. The next day after filing the taxes she is now riding a Lexus. At the end of the commerical, a white dude says: Mo money taxes, it's on like a pot of neck bones then he says ughhhhh like Master P.
Can we say ghetto to the tenth power? I wonder who was the mastermind behind that trash?
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