Showing posts with label Lysol. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Lysol. Show all posts

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!