Politicians, like diapers, have to be changed frequently – and for the very same reason

Here is another group of old magazine ads for … stuff from … some time back. If you’ve missed previous installments on this subject, you’ll enjoy these. ::1:: ::2:: ::3:: ::4::
If by “Banquet” you mean nude drunken civil disturbance. Can you find the third woman in this picture? We wonder if she shares the glazed stare of the copper-haired beauty on the left. “Sweet elixer of life, I hunger for you.”
I don’t know what this an advertisement for, but judging by the number of phallic symbols, I’d guess it’s either lipstick or corn dogs.
In a park somewhere in central Florida, a pod of Disney animatronic robots attempts to blend in with the local flora after bludgeoning three imagineers and slipping out an unlocked gate. It wasn’t hard to find them as they all stood perfectly still, one boy slowly pivoting around to swing at the softball hanging from a tree branch.
Nothing brings out the hearty flavor of molten cheeze whiz and corrugated pig shavings like the zippy taste of Hunt’s Tomato Catsup. But we draw the line at whatever that disturbing green thing is.
In the future of 1965, your house will come equipped with its own built-in weather radar/anti-commie warning receiver on the roof. Thin sheets of plastic will have the insulating properties of six inches of fiberglass as well as the tensil strength of steel. Friendly sentient snowmen will roam the countryside.

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