Back in the day, if you wanted your son to get kicked around the school-yard like a soccer ball, I can't imagine an easier way than if you bought the poor sap a "My Buddy" doll. I was actually stricken with fear re-watching this commercial. I don't know what's worse, the dorky song (whose singer I want to punch in the face) or the doll who looks like a cross between "Mr. Belvedere" and a Cabbage Patch Doll. Oy vey.
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