Back in the day, the only beam we used to incapacitate someone to the point of projectile vomiting was Jim Beam.

(Sorry, I'm 42 years old, and I'm still juvenile enough to find the subject of barfing to be, well, fall on the floor funny.)

Even in my elementary school years (the same era as this commercial), you could not have used the term 'ball buster' without at least a smirk or outright laughter. How did I miss this? (BTW, that wink the woman gives at the end of the commercial seems just a little bit too . . . something.)