Jude Law, who recently received the coveted “Deepest V Award” from Oompa Loompa
University, stars in this commercial for Dior Homme directed by famous film director Guy Ritchie. If I’m not mistaken, “homme” is a French word for “homo.” Anyway, the five-minute ad appears to concern Law’s character planning a rendezvous with his lady friend, and the bulk of it takes the concept of “whispering sweet nothings” (emphasis on the ‘nothing’) to a ridiculous degree. Sample dialogue:
“You know who I am. I know who you are. You know where I’ve been. I know where you’ve been. That’s all I’m gonna tell you. You know what I can do. And I know what you can do. You’re gonna regret saying that. Scared? Is that right? Of course you are. What? Two of ya? We’ll see. Ooh. When I find you.. and I will find you… you’re gonna wish you’d never been caught.”
I just looked at the v-neck picture while I was reading that and I got reeeeeally horny. Also, I thought it was odd that he was in that hotel room with the hot naked lady, but then he made her put her clothes on and leave so they could go look at a giant phallic symbol.
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The Mighty Feklahr prefers “Nazi Me”. What?
“Dior homme” sounds like what a drunk guy asks a girl that he called trying to fuck at 3 am.
This would’ve been way better with the Stath.
Quick, somebody tell that nanny that the call is coming from INSIDE THE HOUSE!!!
Meanwhile, in the adjoining room (which probably has to be surrounded by a time bubble), Charles Bronson douses himself in Mandom to ward off evil spirits and Jude Law’s accent.
I am, needless to say, a big fan of Jude Law’s hairline.
If that V was any deeper, you’d be able to see his urethra.
“Jude Law’s hairline”
Runner up for Deepest V Award?
“You know who I am. You know who I’ve fucked. You know how many fucking children I’ve spawned. Don’t you wish you didn’t know so much about me?”
That chick is FAT.
Jude Law got deep in his nanny’s V.
Celebrating Rosh Hashana is Jude Law.
Might I add, I am also, needless to say, a big fan of Russian mail-order brides. We won the Cold War bitch!
Too bad Dior couldn’t find Godard to direct this.
Pretty sure the “hot naked lady” is Bowie’s nephew. At best, a shallow v.
Jude Law is thuper handthome. No homme
Sheesh, what a jerk. I usually just tell my nanny when to be here and what time to blow me.
Is it just me or did anyone else read that and hear the old spice guy’s voice in their head?