This week, a departure from our usual Sunday fare of music and movies. Some of which are weird but not as weird as these vintage ads.
This post debuted last year. I considered adding to it but why mess with perfect imperfection? Does that make any sense? It’s gotta make more sense than the Insult Comedian.
The ads are in no particular order but I’m not particular about that when there’s such a wealth of vintage nonsense out there.
We begin with a boozy Santa and a smoking future president:
Americans have always had a gun fetish. These next ads reflect that depressing fact.
I’m obviously a shitty son. I never bought my mom a rod.
Starter gun, anyone?
Were these ornaments ever available for sale? They’d look good on Wayne LaPierre’s tree:
Speaking of Christmas trees, be careful in there:
Christmas at Mar-a-Lago?
The perfect gift for the farmer in your family:
Nobody wants underwear in their stocking:
Speaking of under garments. Hubba hubba:
Mmm, lard:
If lard upsets your tummy, I have just the thing for you courtesy of Santa Sammy:
One more for the road. I hope Santa is a gin martini guy: Vodka is the devil’s liquor.
For our last word, we go from Boozy Santa to Santa Baby:
