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Ads that I like #72


Now ladies (and gents that may be so inclined), please form an orderly queue. Settle petal, there is enough man meat to go around if we just show a little patience.

For those hard of sight - or more likely awestruck by the raw sexuality I have placed before you - the text in today's advertisement hits the nails right on the head when it talks about the ultimate fashion climax.

Mmmmmm mmm!

I can't possible compete with the original here, so I won't even try. I'll leave it to the stud above to lay it out for you all:
Fits so tight it shows all you've got... you're a walking turn on. And treats your body as well as she does,

Easy on, easy off, quick as a flick of her tongue. Sexy cool crinkle cloth for those hot nights to come. Designed with your desires in mind...

she'll eat you alive in it.

Mmmmm mmm! Hot damn! Somebody get a brother a cold glass of water here!

I'm a little disappointed that it's only 50% polyester, but the fact that I can get it in camel eases that pain.

Am I man enough to fill it?

My wife certainly thinks so.

Comments

LOL! What a riot! That is some ad! Very funny.
Doc said…
I just picture this guy drunk at the bar one night and getting his "package" caught in the zipper when he goes to wizz. Ouch!

Doc
Ann said…
Be still my beating heart.

Oh dear. The 70s, the decade style forgot.
smudgeon said…
It'd be mildly pornographic if it weren't so incredibly silly...
Megan said…
I'm not putting my tongue anywhere near that.
magiceye said…
:) loved your take on it!
Priyanka Khot said…
Lolz... what a great Elvis suit!!!
Tash said…
Jumpsuits are fine for men (well, up to a point), but so impractical for women. It is a shame about it being ONLY 50% polyester.
Miles McClagan said…
What's it got to do with y'all how my Dad spends his time and what fashion he wears?
Anonymous said…
I presume you will be modelling it in camel tomorrow at Salamanca?
Sue said…
Shades Of Engelbert Humperdinck!!!
Don't tell anyone...but I used to wear a jumpsuit back in those good old days (when I was a size 8). Only mine was glorious green corduroy with gold satin shoulder panels!! I looked hot!!! hahahahahahahahahhaaa
Hilarious, and I bet a hot seller.
Neva said…
What a hoot....I can not even imagine this fashion statement making a comeback but who knows? It really was not all the grand the first time around!
Anonymous said…
Oh my goodness. I've just tried to imagine my husband in one of these, but I just can't even begin to go there.
G. B. Miller said…
What Elvis would look like in the 70's if he was still thin.

Glad I was still a kid during that time frame.
USelaine said…
I refuse to believe the text is real.
USelaine said…
Besides that, would YOU want an unlined zipper screaming up your short-hairs from stem to stern? Kinda kills the mood.
Kris McCracken said…
Mary, AND sexy!

Doc, the cocaine should help with that.
Kris McCracken said…
Ann, I think that the 1980s were worse.

Me, don’t you find it a turn on?
Kris McCracken said…
Megan, you words say “no” but your eyes scream “YES”.

Magiceye, I could see Kapil Dev in one of these...
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, Elvis would have looked good in a beard.

Tash, I would have bought ten if it was 100% polyester.
Kris McCracken said…
Miles, it is respect, that is all.

Tania, did you not see me there? I had plenty of offers...
Kris McCracken said…
Sue, you need to post a picture to Facebook and let the world admire it in all its glory...

Boise Diva, all the studs were wearing them. Possibly.
Kris McCracken said…
Neva, if some of the haircuts I am seeing re-emerge from the horror that was the 1980s, I would not bet against this outfit...

Jackie, you’d eat him alive?
Kris McCracken said…
Georgie B, they should have made them in kiddies’ size too!

Elaine, you just need a little faith.

And a little bit of pain in the privates? Some people pay a LOT of money for that.

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