Collected by chrisilluminati

You always remember your first; first car, first girlfriend, and the first time you saw something on TV and thought “what the hell is that and how can I get one?” But do you always remember the first commercial? You might think you remember the “first Transformers commercial” or the first time an ad for OxiClean popped on your screen, but it might have just been new to you. Chances are it wasn’t the first commercial.

I did some digging on YouTube to find some of the first commercials for the products we see advertised now at least once a day. I also found a couple personal favorites for things that aren’t around anymore (but we all wish they were).

Here are ten first commercials for popular products and brands.

The Transformers

Chevy Camaro

Barbie

Lucky Charms

OxiClean

Mountain Dew

MTV

McDonald’s

Apple Macintosh

Nintendo Entertainment System

Bonus: Happiest Penguin Ever

Excerpts from a Dog’s Diary…

8:00 am – Dog food! My favorite thing!

9:30 am – A car ride! My favorite thing!

9:40 am – A walk in the park! My favorite thing!

10:30 am – Got rubbed and petted! My favorite thing!

12:00 pm – Lunch! My favorite thing!

1:00 pm – Played in the yard! My favorite thing!

3:00 pm – Wagged my tail! My favorite thing!

5:00 pm – Milk bones! My favorite thing!

7:00 pm – Got to play ball! My favorite thing!

8:00 pm – Wow! Watched TV with the people! My favorite thing!

11:00 pm – Sleeping on the bed! My favorite thing!

Excerpts from a Cat’s Diary?

Day 983 of My Captivity. My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects.

They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while the other inmates and I are fed hash or some sort of dry nuggets. Although I make my contempt for the rations perfectly clear, I nevertheless must eat something in order to keep up my strength.

The only thing that keeps me going is my dream of escape. In an attempt to disgust them, I once again vomit on the carpet.

Today I decapitated a mouse and dropped its headless body at their feet. I had hoped this would strike fear into their hearts, since it clearly demonstrates my capabilities. However, they merely made condescending comments about what a “good little hunter” I am. Bastards!

There was some sort of assembly of their accomplices tonight. I was placed in solitary confinement for the duration of the event. However, I could hear the noises and smell the food. I overheard that my confinement was due to the power of “allergies.” I must learn what this means, and how to use it to my advantage.

Today I was almost successful in an attempt to assassinate one of my tormentors by weaving around his feet as he was walking. I must try this again tomorrow, but at the top of the stairs.

I am convinced that the other prisoners here are flunkies and snitches. The dog receives special privileges. He is regularly released, and seems to be more than willing to return. He is obviously retarded.

The bird must be an informant. I observe him communicate with the guards regularly. I am certain that he reports my every move. My captors have arranged protective custody for him in an elevated cell, so he is safe. For now …

Thank-you Sir Pete and goodbye.

Bonus:A text or facebook message couldn’t tell the story quite right. So I drew you a damn comic.