oops, indeed

/+1

I laughed way too hard when I saw that. WAY too hard.

/maybe not fail, but funny

Oh, I do enjoy driving the bus to hell. I laughed harder at Bonkthat_Again's second picture though.

Thanks Subby as if there weren't enough reasons I was going to hell already.

Oops

I like this one

damn Bonkthat, I don't know how i missed yours

Fail blog's had this one for a looooong time...

the other oops is that this is a dupe

InternationalShoe: damn Bonkthat, I don't know how i missed yours

1L or 2L?

You have to go through life with a sense of humor. Even if it's morbid and paves your way to hell.

farking hilarious. all of them. I liked the Jesus cat ad Bonkthat_Again

Is it about Fark T-shirts?

That ad is the distilled essence of FARK

Each and every death is an ACORN voter.

This title would made a crappy T-shirt.

PartTimeSaint: Each and every death is an ACORN voter.

Maybe ACORN is a killing word.

/not obscure at all.

Musta been auto-erotic asphyxiation...

I don't get it, sorry

English not my native language.

What does suicide and hair color treatments have in common?

maq0r: I don't get it, sorry

English not my native language.

What does suicide and hair color treatments have in common?

She "accidentally killed herself," and then the ad features a woman saying "oops!" in response to another "accident." Thus, the humor.

Best laugh all day, and after hanging out with some friends all day at the state Fair, and having several good laughs, this is still the best one.

1. Repeat
2. Do people actually buy those shirts?
3. $15 for those T-Shirts? Really? What's the profit margin on them 95%?

>

Oh, I missed the accidentaly.

Sorry, must be the hour!

maq0r: I don't get it, sorry

English not my native language.

What does suicide and hair color treatments have in common?

It's not the advertisement itself, it's the "oops" associated with it. The hair care reference ties to the suicide as if the girl killing herself was something trivial like a messing her hair, which obviously it's not.

In this case, it's contextual. The same thing goes with the suicide and the marital counseling ads earlier in the post. When one falls, they may scream.

wasn't this on failblog?

laughed waaaaaay too hard at that second one, Bonkthat_Again

What is an ad? And what is placement? Stuff is just stuff.

One is about sun tanning, the other is about hair colour. You're so itching to use your stupid internet memes, that you'll use them when you don't actually have a point.

ummm... is this a time warp from Saturday, September 27, 2008?

I reckon sometimes they do that on purpose. I would if I was a sub editor. I know half you farkers would, too.

A friend of mine who's a bloody good swimmer but also spent time in the loony bin on more than once occassion... he was in the newspaper for doing this insanely long ocean swim and he talks about his mental problems and underneath there was a huge advert for.

Krazy John's Krazy Klearance Sale

//not actually Krazy John's but a similar sounding name
///advert did not actually use Ks instead of Cs I added that to make it funnier
////names changed to protect the inoccent

I saw this one a while ago.

I actually LOL'd at that one, InternationalShoe. In fact, if it wasn't likely to result in injury, I might have even ROFL'd.

/Come closer.
//Light at end of tunnel...
///It's a train.

almandot

That should have the ironic tag.

What is this, Digg?
Cmon, people.

Yup, the t-shirt of that is nice. Ironic? Only if it sells, I guess. I like recursion and contradictions, so I'm thinking of buying one. It's a tease for both FAIL and Fark (and advertising) so it could be fun...

Oh come on! I got most of these pictures from the LAST time this thread came up!

I want some taliban snatch:



i34.tinypic.com

bah i messed that up, forget it. the moment has passed.

Not ad placement, but this sale sign in Tokyo made me laugh:

That ad reminds me of a frequent thought I have.

I want to have a live-in girlfriend. One who gets up early because she enjoys it. I imagine the first day like this: her sitting at the table over a bowl of cereal. I come in, and she looks up at me, smiles while taking a bite. I slap her off her chair and dump the bowl on her head. She's looking up in shock, and it gives me that warm feeling in my throat and chest. She gets up to leave, but she's not allowed to. She must shave her head and live in the closet. She will learn to be silent and unseen when guests are over. She will be beaten every day.

I don't want her to feel depressed. I want her to feel deep, conscious sadness. The type where she will spend her hours of darkness in morose fits of imagination regarding what lives she could have led before she met me, and those grains of comfort will be scattered like an ant hill beneath my heel with every lash of the belt.

/Wharrgarbl

delicious. simply delicious.

Stay classy.