Jim Beam lays it all on the line with this commercial.  What the spokeskitten has to do with the liquor is undetermined.  Have been in a room when this one airs, and the whole room goes silent.  The girls laughed.  The men looked at one another.  It is what it is.  Sex.  The dream girlfriend for the average man?   So that mean Jim Beam’s the dream whiskey?  I don’t even like whiskey.  But it’s hard not to like this young lady, who likes a guy who has a hirsute back and a little paunch.