When it comes to advertising, there is one thing that hasn’t changed very much, and that is using boobs and ass to sell products. (I know you were expecting to see the word tit, but I loathe it.)
Oh, okay. Tit.
Gun toting in my underwear is now on my bucket list. Better be careful, though. I might end up impaling someone upon my sharp, cone-shaped bra.
After smoking those non-filtered Camel’s, not fucking likely, Bimbette.
Nothing like using a ladies rack to sell a pack of smokes. And that sweater is hideous. I bet it’s itchy.
Tommyrot? Is that even a word? I am adding that to my arsenal of exclamations.
I know I snagged my hubby by powdering myself everyday. A man loves cool, sweet skin.
And afterwards, a nice cold beer.
I’m not exactly sure if this is a true retro ad or not, but holy hell, is that woman fugly.
I must ask, does this ad make any of you fellas hot and thirsty for a Coors?
For fun, gaiety, humor and humping.
You even get to pick the hair color of your lady fair. Who needs a real woman, anyways? I mean, check out that waistline and those hips! I could diet for 10 years and never look like that.
If he gets too rough with her, will she break in half?
No bother, I suppose. Two for the price of one.
So, we have learned that people have always been perverts. I find it ironic that some people are so offended by Lady Gaga and Calvin Klein commercials. This shit has been going on since the dawn of time, peeps.
Come back next week to check out a classic, the Tootsie Roll song, per request.