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Show Nearly all television commercials com-mercials bore me to death. Some strike me as downright insulting to the intelligence. After an evening of plugs for tighter false teeth, looser loos-er bowels, pine-scented armpits, tight-crotch panty hose, "iolet halitosis, and feet which change instantly from dead fish to rose petals pet-als ... I could fwow up. And those little cars. I'm all for 'em. But why should they try to make us ashamed of our beloved Chrysler? How could we know, in 1973, that it would be a sin to possess a guzzler? Can't you imagine My Lady Fair Louise on a motorcycle to the beauty shop, just to save gas? However, there are a few commercials which always give us a yuckle. The Big Mac jingle is a riot, and apparently it's really paying off even been getting newspaper space. Have you tried it yourself? We enjoy the singing cats, and especially the talking dogs. The dog food commercial with the horse-drawn covered cov-ered wagon which disappears into the wall fascinates me. Like the dogchasingthe wagon, wag-on, I wonder how they do it. We've always loved that midget harmonica player-may player-may even end up buying his records. Wish they'd let him bite somebody on the leg. "She's my wife and I love her because she takes Ger-itol." Ger-itol." Yuchhh. There's one commercial which I dearly adore but ne er get to see. When they start advertising the new bra which makes Twiggy look Raquel Welch, MLF always comes and stands in front of me. Like I always say, things are tough all over. Mac. |