So, as a bit of a break from the mad rush of the holiday season, I bring you a glimpse of the fabulous ads of Christmas past. It never fails to amaze me how companies managed to actually stay in business years ago with ads like these.
What should we get the kids for Christmas, hon? Oh, I know...deadly weapons. Perfect!
Oh, I do love coffee with just a hint of spousal abuse!
Oh, my gosh! Really, you shouldn't have. No, I mean it. You shouldn't have. You might as well fill my stocking with a great big, heaping helping of lung cancer.
Only if "Hoover" is the name of a six-foot male exotic dancer.