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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
I love old ads. Some bring back memories. 🙂 — Suzanne
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Ketchup. Yeah, that’s it.
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Ketchup is how I’ve stayed married for 39 years. However, my husband prefers Trader Joe’s to Heinz — it’s more tangy and less sweet.
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A man of impeccable taste.
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Because he likes Trader Joe’s ketchup, or because he married me?
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You’re putting me on the spot. 🙂
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A very confusing view of married life when you put them together.
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Now I see where I’ve gone wrong …
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Not so sure the Barbasol ad is about marriage…!
Always enjoy the old ads.
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I agree, that one was kind of a reach. I felt like there were too many ads aimed at wives, creating the impression that women bear sole responsibility for the success or failure of the marriage. But it’s hard to find good vintage ads directed at husbands specifically, and it was late and I was tired, so I settled for the Barbasol one. 🙂
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Thin ice Bluebird. Thin ice. The women are gathering outside your door with with tar and feathers…
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[…] Source: Advertisements from long, long ago — Marriage Savers™ edition | bluebird of bitterness […]
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Is that all I am doing wrong?
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Gosh, no sexual innuendoes in some of those Ads! Positioning of bodies, objects and subliminal’s! They’re dirt birds b.o.b. – dirty I tell ya!
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Reblogged this on Random Ramblings; Myriad Musings and commented:
LOL – ah, it was so simple way back when! Now, women are considered “old” when we reach 35, and girls use Botox and have had at least three cosmetic procedures by the age of 18!
XD
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