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Ads that I like: #85


Crikey, check out that... [ahem] microwave.

A fabulous... [ahem] idea here, microwave and conventional oven together.

[Adjusts seating position.]

[Ahem] The thing that I admire most about this advertisement is its use of an enormous pair of breasts subtlety.
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lemon said…
Ahahahahaha!!!!!
4 August 2009 at 02:03
Kris McCracken said…
One has to admit that they are an excellent pair of [ahem]

kitchen appliances.
4 August 2009 at 08:41
Lynette said…
Ha, ha, ha! I'm hurting, I'm laughing so much. And do you recognize the man? He's from "The Dick Van Dyke Show." Found this at Wikipedia: Melvin "Mel" Cooley (Richard Deacon), the balding producer of The Alan Brady Show (and Brady's brother-in-law), who is constantly at odds with Buddy, who often makes insulting comments about Mel's baldness, to which Mel ofttimes responds with a simple "Yechh!".

It's hilarious even more because of how inept his character was on the TV show!

And I love that beach photo!
4 August 2009 at 14:30
Kris McCracken said…
Lynette, I did recognise the face, but couldn't place it.

He has a suitably sardonic face for the ad.
4 August 2009 at 14:39
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