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I've been insulted many, many times. I've been called all the names under the sun. And I will be blunt with you all, I've called people a few nasty things myself (yes, it's true, please don't look so shocked). But do you know what? I can honestly say that I have never, ever stooped to the depths of inhumanity, perversion and downright rudeness of the parrot in todays ad.

Seriously, the fainthearted should not click on the picture and read it in all its horror, it will turn your hair grey.
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Priyanka Khot said…
hey Kris.... have given a hyperlink on the cutting chai post.... just for u :-)
25 April 2008 at 21:54
Kris McCracken said…
Thank you very much, and here I was thinking that it would be some sort of complicated and exotic mix of spices! :)
26 April 2008 at 10:10
Belgrade Daily Photo said…
Oh no, salad sameness! You can call me stupid, you can call me ugly, but DON'T call me a one-dressing woman!

Funny!
;)
26 April 2008 at 19:10
Kris McCracken said…
I don't know why advertisers don't try the 'parrot insults the housewife' routine more often. It's GOLD!
26 April 2008 at 21:29
Anonymous said…
I am a no dressing woman... (in terms of salads anyway)
Am very pleased I don't have a parrot
27 April 2008 at 16:20
Kris McCracken said…
If any parrot spoke to me like that, it'd be battered and deep fried before you could offer it a cracker.
28 April 2008 at 21:07
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