I could find fault with so much on this package, not the least of it being the stereotypical image of the kacang puteh seller! But, I had to laugh at the 'enticement' to buy these peanuts.
And I laughed even louder *evil gleam in mine eye!* when I read where it was from!
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| Is that the guy whose 'traditional taste' this packet is chok-full of? Err . . . I pass, k. |
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| So wevy nice-wan the Engrand here hah?!?!! |
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| You CANNOT imagine how happy I was when I read that it wasn't packaged in Malaysia, but in that place where they think their English is far, far superior to ours! Wellllll, maybe it is, and maybe it isn't!!!!!! HeeHeeHee! |
Aunty Pat,
ReplyDeleteI only notice one word: camelnuts. Camel nuts? You get the drift..... is this a case of superior complex then? teeheehee.... purrr...meow!
Wei! You are one naughty Puddy Tat!!! HAHAHAHA! I must tell Chuan what he's been eating!!! MUAHAHAHAHAH!!!
ReplyDeleteCamel nuts, date and humps ... a whole oasis of pleasure for those after their just deserts!
ReplyDelete(I used to write drivel like this for ads)
Hahahahah!!! I didn't see that coming at all! :)
ReplyDeleteI wrote drivel for ads and brochures once upon time, in a far, far away land, too! But, I'll bet anything yours was in perfect English, Antares!
At least they dared to try and write to sell..like how her majesty's purveyors of fine jams and tarts might have but for not being non-english...(evil giggle**)
ReplyDeleteWould by any chance that packet of peanuts contain a fine unfiltered ciggie by the same brand name last clasped between the lips of a dashing Special Forces man holding a Sten and leaning on his jeep like Lawrence of Arabia in some arid desert?
And no, i was not thinking of that buxomic belly dancer in Cairo that fateful night...although that vision can also be arranged.
I wish i had gone into the advertising line when young. I heard they swear a lot when pissed. Which is often.
See, you bring out the best in me.
i am walla, at your service, ma'am.
and one misses Johan's Bag Of Marbles.
ReplyDeletesigh, for the good ol' times.
I remember Johan's Bag of Marbles!!! Those were the days, weren't they? And not too long ago, when we actually read the papers, and found stuff that we enjoyed reading. We were already complaining about standards, then, of course. I wonder if we predicted correctly how it would all be today?!
ReplyDeleteYes, we cursed a lot in advertising and PR - bad language was de rigueur. The habit stuck, I'm afraid - and I so need to watch my tongue when my nieces and nephew are around. Can't be thought of as 'naughty aunty Pat', now, can I?! Sigh.
love your art was is y'all for one y'only...lol love this
ReplyDeleteThank you so much, Lorraine :)
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