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Ads that I like #70


Continuing the X-mas trend with today's advertisement, I have taken inspiration from this ad and decided upon Henry, Ezra and Jennifer's presents this year.

Nothing says "celebration of the birth of Christ" like firearms. Pump actions, sawn offs, rifles of all descriptions, sniper scoped beauties; you name it, we're getting it.

Imagine the smiles of their sweet little faces as they load up and start firing at each other when the inevitable fights break out!

Want some more pie? Well then, you now have a little equalizer that may well persuade Mom and Pop to not be so stingy over the sweets this year.

Yes indeed, Daisy will make it a Christmas to remember!
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USelaine said…
The kid in the front obviously needs help with the concept. Those are the family members to watch out for...
15 December 2008 at 11:50
Rosie said…
Wow...
It is amazing to see such a poster.
I can tell you this would not fall well with British buyers! lol
15 December 2008 at 18:30
Maria Verivaki said…
i love this one - hilarious!
16 December 2008 at 00:46
Kris McCracken said…
Elaine, do you think that he'll turn out like the Crown Prince of Nepal?

Rose, it wouldn't go down well in Australia either.

Kiwi, I enjoyed it too.
18 December 2008 at 16:34
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