copyranter on ANIMAL NY: Guinness China.
Per usual via the People's Republic, these print ads for the Irish stout are just fucking strange. (link)
Per usual via the People's Republic, these print ads for the Irish stout are just fucking strange. (link)
(click ad) Larry Flynt bought 10. "Superbly sculptured by a European artist, it's a masterpiece of lightweight, micro-processor technology." $69.95? That's a lot of fucking 1970s bucks. And the gold leaves are blocking my tongue. Sadly, the 800-number is no longer in service. I wanted one for the bedroom to complement my sexxxy Love Rug™ and new closet-full of "Me Jane" spread-leg clothes hangers (image via).





Rihanna-pummeling asshole Chris Brown is, unbeknownst to him, being used to sell the mixer to Israelis in a new campaign. (link)
(click ad) See Jane spread. Fuck yeah—"sexy clothes hangers for men" topped by a "black lace-trimmed leopard cloth bikini." $1! Metrosexuals? You can have your pussy padded hangers. I want a closet-full of these. No corresponding "Me Tarzan" hanger unfortch (image via). Previous sexy sexist buygone product: the Frederick's blow-up bra.
November is American Diabetes Month—which means it's time to post an awareness video with a nsfw masturbation joke. (link)





(click image) Microsoft in New Zealand, via agency Y&R, apparently recently mailed out some letters in fucking concrete envelopes (with an enclosed hammer) to software salespeople (I'm guessing just high-end accounts) touting Windows, and inviting them to enter a promotion to win a trip to Berlin. Well, at least the recipients got a free hammer out of it (via). Previous bad Microsoft advertising: Ungrammatical. Tragically ironic. Monstrously moronic. Mega misdirected. Patently unpatriotic. Boringly fake.

(click ad) Joseph Schlitz was a lying sack of shitz. This 1936 Schlitz ad joins its sunshiny sister ad in the Lies Well Disguised™ Hall of Fame. The copy is drunk with hyperbole: "That feeling of radiant health enjoyed on a breeze-swept deck—that sense of bracing invigoration and fresh vitality—are captured for you in each sparkling, foam-capped glass of Schlitz, the beer with Sunshine Vitamin D. (...) Beer is good for you—but Schlitz...is extra good for you." If you've ever tasted Schlitz, well then you know that that steering fluid-like can is the most accurate thing in the ad (image via). Previous vintage Schlitz ad: 1950s—"don't worry darling, you didn't burn the beer!"
• The Cow Head Diner.

The P&G brand wanted to attract more teens. So they shot a horribly cheesy, fake skateboarding scene with a girl in heels and a dress. (link)









To fight the "Mexican flu," A Belgian telecom company helpfully proposes replacing the handshake with the "airshake." The effort includes a classy instruction video featuring the Mexican Hat Dance song. (link)
(click ad to read) The UK business magazine has a legacy of whip-smart print ads that have made copywriters the world over touch themselves. But those ads were mostly British ads. In the past year, via my buds BBDO NY, they've launched a dumbed-down campaign here in the states, with an emphasis on Dallas for some reason. Previously they set-up a branded mechanical bull in a plaza to help Texans grasps the "ups and downs" of finance. Now, to help the locals with world affairs, they've placed this poster riffing off of cardio machine workout programs in 75 health clubs around the city. Those dang Mideast peace negotiations will wind ya! (image via) Previous dumbed-down Economist ads: They do not cover Cloud-Cuckoo-Land.
(click image) If only some enterprising designer had combined one of these blow-up babies with the Nipple Bra™, lucky lascivious ladies of the past could have sported some true torpedo titties (via a 1963 Frederick's of Hollywood catalog, image via). Previous Frederick's catalog post: 1964—get that "marry a millionaire" look!





(click ad, scanned from SI) Both vanquished from the playoffs, Joe Torre and Terry Francona sit down in some polite cafe to talk, not baseball, but yoga and tofu and psychotherapy. Where the fuck have you gone Earl Weaver and Leo Durocher (RIP)? Previous baseball ad posts: A-Rod's got milk and big pants. The official hooch of the Yankees. Bud sez watching Mets games requires nine innings of drinkability. Related: Moises Alou pees on his hands.
The literacy organization places an ad in a poor NYC neighborhood that kinda mocks illiterates. (link)
(click ad, from 1950) And how the fuck did it work? I guess it shook the shit out of your hand, which you then applied to your body? And where's the, I'm assuming, even scarier STIM•U•LAX Senior? From Oster! Dig the wavy type on STIM (image via). Previously in probably deadly products from the 1950s: the Homko remote-controlled Mow-bot. Previously in: 1950s ads.


The republic or territory or whatever it is these days just launched a TV spot that makes the place look like Sunshinystan. (link)




(click ad) Wow! I had to look twice, I really thought that was a vampire for a second! Amazingly, the headline is somehow even lazier than the visual. They've lowered themselves down to Bud Bad with this awful anthropomorphism (Agency: Arc Worldwide, image via). Previous bad Miller ads.
Mars has launched Mr. T-CTV in the UK, where the be-blinged former A-Team member ubiquitously calls out "walkin' talkin' jokes who call themselves 'blokes'" (link)



This week, the clumsily-named media news blog founded by NBC's Dan Abrams ran a piece titled, "25 need-to-know bloggers you may not know already." My blowjob is on page three. So, there you go: you're reading a fucking media STAR. Mediaite joins Slate, IFC, The Globe and Mail, and Charlottesville, Virginia in the copyranter glory hole queue.
Meet 18-year-old Jamal Blair of The Bronx. Mets fan. And (alleged) granny slayer. Next time son, put on your Ecko hoodie or something for the perp walk. Previously in the Mets: nine innings of this team deserves something a lot stronger than Bud Light. Previously in: the Yankees.
(click ad) In honor of tomorrow's opening of Amelia (Hilary Swank?), here's a retro sponsorship coup for Lucky Strike which commemorated the 1928 "Friendship" flight (on which, she was merely a passenger). Four years later of course, she became the first woman to fly solo non-stop across the Atlantic. The money testimonial quote (probably fake): "They were smoked continuously from Trepassey to Wales. I think nothing else helped lessen the strain for all of us." No Klonopin around then (image via). Previous retro Lucky Strike ads.
I'm hyperbolic often here, but this short video, via Mexico, is definitely the violent-est toy ad you will EVER see. (link)
(click image) Last month, it was huge soapy boobs promoting a graphic arts biennial in the capital city of Ljubljana. Here, some subtle tit-fucking imagery is used to help sell some brand of sausage, translation not need, I think (image via). Previously in Phallic MeatVertising: Hillshire Farms. Arby's introduces new melon burger. And, Dickman's Meat of Tucson, Arizona.
(click ad) Previous stops on the worldwide scam ad tour include: BBDO Chile's PS3 ads; this HP India Hitler ad; JWT Cairo's burning babies; JWT Singapore's misogynistic beer ads; an ad agency men's room in Copenhagen; and the NYC Museum of Sex. And now, this creepy Italian ad for Norton Internet Security 2010. Creepy, not because of the creeps creeping through the girl's "window" (what a terribly heavy-handed visual metaphor), but because of the creepy-looking Stepford daughter and her creepy room (why is that top framed?). Anyway, the reason I'm 99% sure this is a scam ad is because of the minuscule Symantec logo (image via).



(click ad) The sexual revolution was in full-on heat and, well, nobody wanted to fuck Speedy. So, enter the bikini babe, suggestively sliding a packet into her nether regions. She had the cure for your love hangover (image via).
A man's nostrils have a cheeky, bloody discussion with each other about booger sugar. Plus, a heart with a funny voice dies. (link)