Wednesday, July 18, 2007

Let us count the ways....

In which the following advertisement (date unknown) is WRONG, WRONG, WRONG!



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:

Anonymous said...

Jaysus!
You really have to bring back Ripley!

Well, for starters, it's not in colour!

Slave to the dogs said...

Sheesh, Rhet, you're hard to please. Since the topic is vaginal in nature I thought sure you'd love it.

BeckEye said...

That ad makes me want to squeal, "heeeelp me....heeeellllp me!"

Slave to the dogs said...

Beckeye - it's like a horror movie, isn't it?

Anonymous said...

I loved that movie! The original of "The Fly"

I was pleased STTD, really, I was.

chelene said...

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.

Slave to the dogs said...

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?"

justacoolcat said...

I wonder if there was a lysol breath spray for the husbands?

Slave to the dogs said...

Cat - something tells me there was not.