Weird Wild Life
Here in Britain, we have some weird adverts. Here’s one for orange juice.
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...ravings from the Shell... 
Something like that would not be allowed on US television today – far too sexual. It’s visually quite interesting, but since when does one associate a lap dance with orange juice? Doesn’t orange juice sort of mean she has actually stayed the night rather than picked up the 2 $50’s off the dresser and hit the road?
A few old fuddy-duddies have crawled out of the wood-work here to complain