January 5, 2010

1972 called again. They want their clown back.


Oh, Hi-C.  How I wish my mother would have let me consume something as nutritional sounding as "orange drink."  But wait, did mom decline serving us your juice because it resided in a tin can or because some random sad hobo clown served small children Hi-C in the 1972 print ads? 

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Jessica @ Barefoot by the Sea said...

Lelan, you crack me up! Thanks for the laughs - you always make me smile when I read your blurbs!

January 5, 2010 at 6:22 PM

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