These lovely people will soon find their teeth and fingers match their clothes.
And then they'll die, choking horribly and gasping for breath.
Woohoo!
Remember, kids: cigarettes are fun! It's cool and attractive to stink like a tramp's bonfire and smile like you've smeared shit on your teeth.
The old ads are fun though. Who can forget Ronnie Reagan's Christmas Chesterfields ad?
So don't forget, as the season approaches …
11 comments:
Yuk good job they have stopped ads now about ciggies... but must admit I love the old advertisments, but Christmas?
Have just heard on the radio only 13 weeks until then, time waits for no one.
Those are terrible! My grandfather chain-smoked Pall Malls for 40 years, unfiltered! He died of lung cancer, but he was 83.
I love Ronnie's red cheeks!
And that first couple? No one can see the mosquito bites all over their ankles. And you just know that they turned into one of those couples who dress to match wherever they go.
And meatloaf every Saturday. A roast chicken on Sunday.
Three children. Chippy, the youngest is a cut up. The middle child is a girl and she loves playing nurse to her bear collection and the oldest is Stan. He likes to tinker with cars all day long with his Dad on the weekends.
Until, Dad gets lung cancer and suddenly there is that pesky hospital bed in the middle of the room and the smell is just....well, you can't eat your meatloaf.
Except that Mom never makes meatloaf anymore because they need the money and she had to go out and get a job as a checker in the grocery store because she had no education when she married her matching husband.
Well, you know the rest. The girl ends up getting pregnant by her biker boyfriend at 16 and Chippy ends up in prison because he got so good at picking locks. Stan? Well, he's married and looks after his mother. But, he lusts after his secretary. The one who wears that sleeveless yellow dress and smokes...
Ah...and all because of smoking.
Tsk. Tsk.
(P.S. I started smoking at 14, quit at 24 and I STILL have smoking dreams where I wake up yearning for a cig....)
Oh the good old days when you could give cartons of cigarettes as gift. Made Christmas Shopping so much easier. Nice picture, but non can beat the More Doctors Smoke Camels ad.
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Don' get me started! Filthy damn habit. My parents smoked Pall Malls for many years. I remember the Christmas cartons both coming into the house as presents and being purchased by my parents to give. Blech! Yuch! Gack!
The addiction to these things must be unbelievably horrendous because when there wasn't money for food for us kids, there was always, somehow, enough for a pack of cigs and a quart of beer or two ('Champagne Velvet' as I recall, the "Champagne of Bottled Beer." Sheese.)
My father suffered through 2 bouts with TB, the second of which destroyed a lung. He smoked throughout, got emphysema and died from that. Is it any wonder that neither my brother, sister nor myself smokes or drinks?
Mum, you've not done all your Christmas shopping yet? I'm surprised at you. Hee hee.
Robyn, they surely are disgusting.
Maria, that is too funny. Whenever I get upset that I'm still alone I'll go back and read this alternative life to make me realise how lucky I am.
Vanda, I have that one in my sick collection. It is truly hilarious, and more than a little scary as it demonstrates the evil power of political and corporate lobbying, which was bad back in the fifties but is totally out of control now.
Speedway, I'm glad you all learned the lesson. I've never smoked (tobacco) and I never will. I remember my ex.in-laws doing the same as your parents and lovingly unwrapping their cartons of cigarettes at Christmas. It's a sick, sick world.
Ah, yes the old cig ads. Many of us do not miss "the fun of smoking." I've never smoked, but was on ashtray detail as a kid. Yuck!
I also remember Ronnie selling 20 Mule Team Borax on Death Valley Days on TV. (That was several years after Bonzo).
The addiction is indeed horrendous. If there were not such a thing as Nicotine Anonymous (like AA), I might still be at it (either that or dead). I would not have the beautiful life I have now.
In those meetings I heard hard-core drug addicts talk about how much harder nicotine was to kick than heroin. It's nearly impossible to do it without help of some sort.
The Tar Age. Excellent phrase, Todd.
20 Mule Team Borax? I just had to look that one up, Ms.M. Astonishing! Your country has some of the most truly bizarre history I've ever encountered.
I am so glad you escaped, Petrea.
Leave it to the Colonials! Westward ho!
Hee hee!
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