Ah yes, in the seventies and eighties there were different ideas regarding advertising to kids. You didn't worry about polluting their delicate minds. "Whatever shifts the sweets," was the law of the jungle in the advertising agencies, where people were usually too busy snorting coke off each other's backsides to think about ethics or lawsuits. Ah yes, those were the days, the days of ...
The Big Kinderegg Paedophile
(query: how in the name of God did this get made and get past the censors? Or were the censors on acid?)
I've got a great idea! Let's stick Terry Scott in a boy scouts uniform
Who wants to have fun with a mentally retarded clown? (What in the name of God does Ronald have on his head?)
Still, good times, groovy times. And now here's a song you will never ever be able to get out of your head. I don't recall ever having had a 54321 bar - did you? What was it like? Also, if any advertising execs are reading, it occurred to me as I watched those blonde haired kids tumble out of bed that you might want to relaunch this bar as the 87654321 bar and have it advertised by Octomom's kids tumbling out? It's a genius idea, no?
The Lounge. Blogging Break.
12 hours ago