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Ads that I like #78


I am a firm believer that there is no greater gift that a father can bestow on a toddler than their very own handgun. In the interest of safety, I regularly allow Henry and Ezra to cavort about in bed with Iver Johnson Revolvers, because they are perfectly safe (aside from their ability to kill and maim, that is).
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yournotalone said…
Hmm, thoughts towards security and safety are the primary causes of conflict and division.

Just a philosophical note.
20 February 2009 at 13:51
Kris McCracken said…
Aigars, I think that you're spot on there.
20 February 2009 at 14:19
Neva said…
What an ad.....falls under the
"Smoking is good for you ads!" hope all is well in your part of the world!
20 February 2009 at 15:29
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, guns don't kill people, crocodiles kill people.

If children had guns, they could shoot the crocodiles. Sure, a few might accidently shoot each other, but I am surprised (and a little bit disappointed) that you don't seem to care about the risks crocodiles pose to children in the greater Chicago area...
20 February 2009 at 16:05
Babzy.B said…
Just incredible !
20 February 2009 at 19:17
KL said…
Your writing is hilarious ROFL...:-D...

And no comments about the ad - now you see these are the people who really smoke and that's why come up with such ads.
20 February 2009 at 21:44
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, your kids never had guns?
21 February 2009 at 09:13
Kris McCracken said…
KL, but what were they smoking?
21 February 2009 at 09:14
Avid Reader said…
Only $6 ? Priced right for these times! And they make cycles, too.
22 February 2009 at 00:25
Erik W. Laursen said…
This brightens my day. I must get a gun for my small human.
22 February 2009 at 05:43
Kris McCracken said…
Avid Reader, get the little 'uns two at that price!
23 February 2009 at 10:08
Kris McCracken said…
Erik, I am sure that you won't regret it!
23 February 2009 at 10:08
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