You'll need to click on the image above in order to read it. Here's the list I've started:
- If this is the 50s, the marriage sounded entirely normal to me. What's the problem? Or have I seen too much Leave it to Beaver (Hey, hmm, beaver, indifference, lack of freshness....maybe there was something to that show after all)?
- So say that it wasn't normal. The first cause you dream up is that your hooha stinks
- The doctor-recommended solution is to pour chemical air purifier down the offending hole
- You buy that recommendation
- After following the doctor's orders, you feel sexy enough to let your husband go spelunking
- A husband of that era would actually let his wife sit on his newspaper
There's still tons to add here, so let's hear it, readers!
9 comments:
Jaysus!
You really have to bring back Ripley!
Well, for starters, it's not in colour!
Sheesh, Rhet, you're hard to please. Since the topic is vaginal in nature I thought sure you'd love it.
That ad makes me want to squeal, "heeeelp me....heeeellllp me!"
Beckeye - it's like a horror movie, isn't it?
I loved that movie! The original of "The Fly"
I was pleased STTD, really, I was.
Honey, I stopped reading at Lysol and douching. Those are two words that I never want to see in such close proximity again. But at least that woman had a 99% mold and mildew free cootchie.
Rhet - I thought maybe it was Spider Man. Mary Jane seems dumb enough to pour that shit down her business, and I'm sure she and Spidey do all sorts of kinkies on his webs.
Chel - somebody sent me this in a bunch of old ads and this one just made me shake my head and say, "Why, why?"
I wonder if there was a lysol breath spray for the husbands?
Cat - something tells me there was not.
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