Down Under, we learn: 1) flies are thugs; 2) cigarettes form an integral part of every hootenanny; and 3) female motorists have bigger headlights than their cars.
The dancing cigarette pack always reminds me of the moment on The Simpsons when the sexy legs protruding from a basketball mascot costume were shown to belong to good old male Gil.
Just when you thought the anti-smoking campaign might be working, along comes a news story that proves otherwise. Ardi Rizal, aged two years, has a 40-per-day smoking habit. His mother has tried to get him to stop, especially since the government has offered to buy the family a new car once the child quits, but she says he is entirely too addicted. His father, on the other hand, doesn't see any problem - "He looks pretty healthy to me..." In the meantime, Ardi's health is such that he can't run around and play with the other kids. Instead he rides around on a plastic toy truck while puffing away, looking like a parody of a middle-aged truck driver.
Why can't SpongeBob be as upfront about his nicotine addiction as Fred and Barney? (Note: I created this post prior to its release days ago--and then Boing-Boing scooped me! Oh, well, great minds and all that...)
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