When marketing goes wrong…

I am not entirely sure who thought that this was a fabulous name for a children’s juice range. It makes me laugh. Every. Single. Time.

Sadly the juice fails to live up to its name. Unless placed on the Juice Shelf in the kitchen which is pretty, um, high.

South African advertising, still extremely funny

It was with a large dose of delight that I rediscovered my enjoyment of hilarious adverts the other day. Yesterday, in fact. This was largely due to my being sick as a dog with this vile cold. I thoroughly enjoyed Juan Sheet (please, tell me that the bum scene doesn’t make you heave with laughter?) but it was this advert that won the day.

S sent this one over to me and I couldn’t stop laughing. Oh man, this is funny. If you’re feeling low, are having a bad day, or could do with a chuckle then watch away. Warning: there are naked people…

Only in South Africa

These are some images from an email that’s doing the rounds at the moment (if you click on the images you’ll be taken to the credited site) and that made me a) homesick (don’t laugh!) and b) cry with laughter.

Before you think that’s just a funny sticker, I’d like to remind you that this is the country where a man was pulled over for driving his taxi using a spanner instead of a steering wheel. NOT an urban myth.

That one is my personal favourite. Just. Too. Funny. For the lovely English humans that visit my blog, “kak” is an Afrikaans swearword and it’s closest English equivalent is “shit”.

Just. Too. Funny.

This morning was my work time while Husband and Squidge went on a much needed trip to Tesco. I beetled downstairs about an hour after they left as I was desperate for a cup of tea. This is what I found on the stairs. It made me laugh so hard I had to sit down. Not sure why. It’s just funny. Squidge really makes me laugh. What was she thinking when she did this?

Why are chickens so funny?

Chicken jokes and chicken ideas, and things like, “which came first, the chicken or the egg?”, make me laugh. I don’t know why, and this article from the Metro had me crying with laughter. It was the conclusion that did it for me. That is one thing I love about the British, their sense of humour.

In honour of this great moment (or not, as we all know that next year the news will say the reverse) here is my favourite chicken joke. The Hemingway version.

Why did the chicken cross the road?

To die. Alone. In the rain.