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Ads that I like #44



Today’s ad is another one that all of you ladies out there should readily identify with. Ask yourself, do you ever feel flat? Tired? Worn-out? Are you ever so exhausted that not even an invite to The Smiths can pep you up (Morrissey must have forgiven Mike Joyce if they’re gigging again!)? Did you used to be a lot of fun, but now your friends think that you are kind of a drag to be around? Are things not right at home? Are you turning into a peevish old woman?

This ad raises an important and timely issue, one that sadly even affects my own household. Despite my distinguished record as a husband and Jen's generally solid marks on the Crane marital scale, my wife always complains that she is tired. She thinks that maybe it is something to do with looking after a lively and demanding toddler all day long while being 28 weeks pregnant, but I am not so sure. That just seems too complex a reason. I have been wracking my brains looking for an answer and - to be frank with you dear readers - it has put quite a strain on the marriage. Then I stumbled upon this ad, and it all became much clearer to me.

Therefore, for all of you fatigued and grumpy harpies out there, I implore you to closely look at this ad. Look at that first panel; go on, look at that poor girl! She is so tired that she is even knocking back The Smiths!



Now go and look at your coffee? Is it stale? LOOK! If it is, then throw it away! THROW IT AWAY NOW! It might be killing your love life. It might be killing your social life. And it just might be killing you!

That is what this young woman did and look at her now:



She now has a gaggle of men hanging off her every word. If this girl plays her cards right, she could have her pick of all of the potential husbands! Not even a good rip of the finest Bolivian marching powder could pick you up more than this girl’s switch from stale to fresh coffee.

Lest I be accused of failing my duty as a confidante and enabler of sound, practical advice to young and attractive women, today’s message does come with a warning. As I have stated above, this young lady has her pick of the men, provided she plays her cards right. She should not be carried away in the renewed enthusiasm that fresh coffee has provide her with. No, she must be careful, or she could fall into yet another category of woman that has the potential to damage her reputation forever!

Comments

Lothiane said…
Well, that might be it! I do feel very worn out. It must be the coffee!

:)
Where do you find these?
I am always bouncing off the walls anyway, too much black coffee. As for the Smiths, perfect and I won't have word said against them.
Kris McCracken said…
Babooshka, I have scores of minons scouring the globe to find vintage ads.

As for the Smiths, that's how I knew how desperate this particular woman's plight must be, passing up on the Smiths!

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