Why I can’t get women to come home with me

It’s not the obvious factors. It’s that I keep taking the advice given in fifty-year-old magazine advertisements.
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However, before there was “Hot Chicks with Douchebags” — or douche bags, period — there was…well, another indication for Lysol:


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We take ads for Twinkies, potato chips and ice cream for granted. Will these one day seem as absurd as this once-ho-hum ad does in 208?
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(Thanks, Don Boyd)

3 thoughts on “Why I can’t get women to come home with me”

  1. Just do what I did and put some GHB in her Pabst Blue Ribbon. Before you know it you’ll be married with a child on the way.
    Posted by: Gribbit | March 12, 2008 12:33 AM

    Cheap. Funny, but cheap.

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