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Ads That I Like: #63


I would advise all of my dear readers to take the take, click on today's advertisment, and have a good hard think about what it says.

All of this time I had thought that it was the average fighting Joes who won the Second World War. Hardcore Marines storming beaches, heroic air crews dropping bombs surrounded by flak, the oft-overlooked merchant seaman chugging away on ships dodging treacherous seas (and even deadlier) submarines the whole time simply to get life’s pure essentials (which, apparently, did not include bananas but plenty of bombs) from point A to point A.

Naively – damn fool that I am – I thought that it was the fearless Soviet troops thrusting towards Berlin, the countless riveting Rosies pumping away day and night in factories, the old dears knitting socks for the care packages for the valiant lads wasting away in Colditz, and the kids who dreamed of nothing more than bayoneting some heartless Fritz or Jap until his last twitch ceased.

Hell, I thought that it might even be the Manhattan Mob, those brains on legs out sweating out there in New Mexico building a ruddy great bomb to blow the whole World sky high and stop all the killing!

But no, upon reflection, I think that the good folks down there at the Interchemical Corporation might be right! It wasn’t all of those petty and mundane people that I’ve listed above, the answer is far more simple:
MOANING WOMEN

That’s right: vain, vacuous, gluttonous, self-centred and lazy women!

Now, if we could just harness this instinct for consumption to sort out this current strife in global banking...
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Kris McCracken said…
Man, I liked this one but it generated no heat at all!
16 October 2008 at 14:56
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