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Ads that I like #30

Today’s ad is companion piece to very first one I posted. To be honest with you, there’s not much I can add to the wise words of the Soda Pop Board of America. Click on the picture and read the blurb.

I wonder whether this would this pass muster for those advocating new laws on junk food advertising.

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Anonymous said…
Hi Kris, thank you very much for your comment one my blog ( montreal Daily photo ). To answer you, I am not sure if many people fall over after a big night out, because I've never seen any so far. But trust me, it happened to me couple times.
Cheers
20 March 2008 at 15:22
Kris McCracken said…
I've done my share of falling down, and I don't even need a drink first!

SNow and ice would finish me off for good, I think.
20 March 2008 at 16:06
Isadora said…
yuck! :( This is disgusting - feeding a baby with sugar, artificial coloring and caffein? Then again, Reagan thought of katshup as a vegetable. Sometimes you wonder if they think people have no common sense.

Blessed Easter to you and yours. By the way, you and Henry look great resting the day after his birth - but, I can't help but ask where is the woman who was in labor for this result?
21 March 2008 at 19:18
Kris McCracken said…
Why, Jen was taking the picture of course!

As far as these things go, we all pulled through in very good form, just a fair bit tired!
21 March 2008 at 22:20
George Townboy said…
This is an awesome ad!! Makes me want to run right out and pick up a six pack of coke and a loaf of Wonder Bread! I should try it now, if it helps!
22 March 2008 at 23:16
Kris McCracken said…
At the very least, you'll have the confidence to make new friends and not be too maladjusted, maybe morbidly obese and without teeth, but cool nonetheless!
23 March 2008 at 22:14
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