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Ads that I like #26

I love pizza. If I wasn't already married, I would marry pizza. Pizza has some many things going for it: tasty; easy to make; easy to eat; available pretty much anywhere; cheap; versatile; culturally inclusive; understanding; forgiving; brave; handsome. It's safe to say that I'm a big fan of the pizza.

HOWEVER, this 1959 Chef Boy-Ar-Dee (huh?) model, in which it appears that all the pizza ingredients come canned and packaged ready to go, would have to be the least attractive thing I've ever seen. Fair dinkum, it looks like a bit of red cardboard with plastic stuff sparsely sprinkled on top. Remember, this is the image that they chose for use in their ads, and we all know food never looks as good as it does in the ads. Which kind of makes me wonder of the abomination that a real Chef Boy-Ar-Dee (still huh?) might have resembled.



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