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Ads that I like: #83


Man, if there is one thing that I CANNOT stand, it is war rudeness poverty theft man's inhumanity to man wanton environmental destruction wives who neglect their stockings.

C'mon girls, as the ad says, husbands admire wives who keep their stockings perfect.

Conversely, husbands detest and abhor slovenly oafs who crash about like drunken moose with ladders from here to eternity. Fair dinkum ladies, check out that look of disgust the dude above is giving his wife while she's there knitting away, completely unaware. She'll only have herself to blame if he starts fooling around with a more careful dame.

This message was brought to you in the interests of marital bliss and harmony between the sexes.

Comments

Anonymous said…
I remember Lux soap. And a few other kinds. Fels Naptha. That sound like some forlorn chemical that my mom sometimes used. She never owned hose during the war years when they were rationed and when people painted the hose seam up the back of their legs. Seams were in and the war year hose came with and without them. Stores had more without than with.
Babzy.B said…
another really funny one ;)
Candie said…
And this will hurt you.. :D
Alan Smithee said…
The state of her stockings is sickening. How is she supposed to remain attractive to him (as is her duty) with her stockings in that condition? The skirt is nice, tho.
Doc said…
I'm not certain that that is a look of disgust in his eyes. I think it's lust.

Doc
Colette Amelia said…
I have to ask do you sleep? With taking pictures of the lads, riding the bus to work...and I assume working, when do you have time to write such numerous and entertaining posts?
KL said…
And wives admire husbands who do not wear the same socks or different color socks :-P.

Your post on Marital Bliss was hilarious. Have you ever thought of doing those standing comedian shows? :-)
Kris McCracken said…
Abe, nylon stockings won the Cold War!
Kris McCracken said…
Babzy, and shameful too!
Kris McCracken said…
Candie, I’m lots bigger than Jen. I can take her.
Kris McCracken said…
Alan Smithee, it is VILE.
Kris McCracken said…
Doc, there is a thin line between disgust and lust. Maybe it is both?
Kris McCracken said…
Colette, I have something inside that needs to get out. It is driving me mad.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, stand up comedy is for amateurs. The real money is in plastics.
KL said…
Plastics!!!?? You mean credit cards? You have to pay the bills!
Kris McCracken said…
KL, as in industry. I've never actually owned a credit card.

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