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Ads that I like #52

I realise that I have been terribly negligent in posting ads that encompass the televisual medium. So today, I have decided to embrace a number of my favourite things: Soviet era social history, lovely ladies, kitschy slogans and (most of all) MEAT.

So, today I present to you a sexy and passionate commercial produced in Estonia in the 1980s. I am led to believe that the words "beef" and "chicken" are repeated throughout. You could probably guess that for yourself, although you might be forgiven that a little “HOT” and “SEXY” might also be thrown in for good measure.

I defy any vegetarian to watch this video and not go rushing out to the butchers for eight kilograms of mince, a bag of chicken necks and waltz home with a young lovely attached to each arm.

Enjoy!

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yournotalone said…
I can't make it work, dude!
27 July 2008 at 12:51
Kris McCracken said…
The link was broken, but it should work now. I would be keen to hear the Latvian take on Estonian meat!
27 July 2008 at 13:23
yournotalone said…
He, it is funny - it would be sa cool to see more of soviet commercials - just to have a good laugh!
28 July 2008 at 10:15
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