Drinkable Yogurt, Cheerleaders in Bikinis An Interesting Combination

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Bikinis. Cheerleaders. Baby oil. And a slip and slide. What’s not to love about that combination? Not much but this is advertising we’re talking about here so there’s gotta be a product in here somewhere. Hmm. Where is it? Oh, there it is. Yogisip, a South African drinkable yogurt. Yea, there it is.

So what does a drinkable yogurt have to do with girls in bikinis throwing themselves down a slip and slide? When the baby oil and water supply run out, you will have your answer. Watch.

And watch the hundreds of other videos submitted to this video competition which asks people to show how the drink keeps them going all day long.

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