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Is it the opening for the classic 1936 movie “The Grudge”? Seriously, must be an add for Cigars, Poker Chips, Playing Cards, or Beer. Or for the ladies angle, maybe the Jackrabbit?
the John Edwards re-election campaign.
“He’s a dear! I don’t grudge him his ‘nights out’!”
“Well, of course not, Madge. While Charlie’s at the pool hall, we girls are that new ‘Chippendales’ place that seems all the rage.”
“Beulah, you are SO right! Those young good-looking dancing men wearing nothing but tight black pants, ties and straw boaters…land sakes! Even thinking about it makes my skin flush!”
“Me too, Millie. We ARE going back there this evening, right?”
“Of course! Reynaldo said he’d do his ‘special dance’ for us.”
“My goodness! I can’t wait! Hand me my fan. And the absinthe…”
Hmm. Exactly the opposite of the plot of “Sons of the Desert.”
Laxatives, naturally
The “nights out” refer to the nights where the laxatives kick in and he’s in the bathroom praying to whatever deity he believes in that he’ll have more fiber in his diet, if the burning just will stop.
Penicillin. Yikes, that answer shows lots of boomer influence, doesn’t it.
Nerve tonic. If she takes enough of it, he won’t need those nights out any more as she’ll be a bit less irritable.
ski masks
“nights out” ladies means he’s cheating on you. Brought to you by the Office for the supression of Vice.
It’s obviously an advertisement for the local Hump-N-Dump Motor Inn, where every discerning modern executive can have a “night out” and relax in the privacy of our well-appointed “entertainment” suites. Conveniently located just off exit 52 behind “Bob’s Fine Liquors and Novelties”. We have hourly rates.
It’s bowling night! It must be for a bowling alley.
Huang Low’s Opium Den
Definitely an ad for a private dick (heh). “Ladies don’t fool yourselves! Find out what he is REALLY up to on those ‘nights out’!”
That’s Marjorie Main. It’s a frame grab from “Ma and Pa Kettle Meet Dracula.”
A. Hitler’s Mustache Wax — great for those nights out OR for invading the Rhineland! Available at fine druggists everywhere…
I don’t know what they were promoting then, but if this were to be used nowadays, I’m thinking it might have something to do with a certain section of Craig’s list.
Condoms?
“Feminine” deoderant. He’s gone at night since he’s detecting that she’s got that “not so fresh” feeling.
Yeah, I went there.
Maybe the lady has a tomcat (a literal, not a figurative one), and is willing to deal with the caterwauling in return for a ration of cuteness?
Picking of Nits department: isn’t the word “begrudge”?
I’m with Patty D. That was my first thought.
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swschrad, laughed out loud at your comment!
Scotty McFrugal brand Scotch. I mean this guy is “out” on the couch sleeping it off.
It’s a typo–the ad was supposed to say “lights out.” When Harry shouted “Lights Out!” Harriet would jump out of her clothes and right into bed.
Because Harry is a dear, after all.
The Victoria’s Secret line of girdles and corsets: “he won’t need a ‘night out’ ’cause you’ll look like a knockout!”
Where can I find a woman like this?? My ex-wife used to begrudge my nights out. Come to think of it she used to begrudge my nights “in” too.
Jewelry. She doesn’t hold a grudge as long as he buys her some diamonds or rubies afterwards.
Some kind of Postum or Sanka product. His “nights out” are his renewed ability to sleep, and she is happy for the “dear.”
Lydia Pinkham’s Transvestual Coming Out House Parties! Coming soon to a parlor near you. For you and all of your “Dear” friends.
But Patty D. is likely correct.
If the answer is “Lysol” again I think I’ll hold the grudge over here.
Catting around. What do they call it when it’s a fellow partaking of such activities?
I suspect that it’s an advert for a Gay men’s club in the 30s (the Tool Box Club?). He keeps her and the kids in all of the fineries of life, and he keeps his hands off her, so she indulges his closeted tendencies.
They’re both in denial.
And she’s bragging about it at the rumpled hen society meeting.
Alas, it really does take two to be co-dependent!
It’s a meeting of the Gertrude Stein Society, and the dear can have all the nights out he would like.
Hooch. His “nights out” are the perfect opportunity to have the Ladies Bridge Club and Tipple Society over to share a bottle of Jane Beam Bourbon.
I’m going to take a shot in the dark and say Mah Jong.
…or tea/coffee.
I’m going to agree with Patty D. more or less, but I’ll go one step further and name the brand name: Lysol. Yeah, it was once used for “that purpose.” Google around, and you’ll find some disturbing old ads.
I think I’d have to agree about it being an ad for Lysol, mainly for that “not-so-dainty” feeling or “undie odor.” That, or Rinso.
Gay Sauna. Because it’s not cheating if you’re doing it with another dude.
Patrick, you beat me to it!
_@_v – doris is just standing by her man on account of him killing a razzer at the country club to defend her honor.
shesnailie, THAT man is having nights IN.
in the clink.
guess who comes by after the Coffee With Vodka Club clears out? he has a badge and KNOWS how to use it… .
Dear hubby is really going over to sexy neighbors new gazebo. It was delivered a day early and they are celebrating.
_@_v – poor lance didn’t count on doris hiring a young johnnie cochran. he managed to successfully employed the legendary ‘chewbacca defense’ for the first time ever – forcing george lucas to write the star wars trilogy years later on account. it helped that he was able to pack the jury with the spouses )and next of kin) of people lance put away on the flimsiest of evidence.
_@_v – honey… the neighbours are having a spot of trouble with the ‘water feature’. i’m just gonna nip round with a spanner and have a look see…
I don’t mind his nights out…since I’m usually on the can anyway, thanks to Diarrighto!!
Must be selling something to men that will make women happy — OK, get your minds out of the gutter. What else was selling in ’36? Radios? Roosevelt?
It’s gotta be something about forestry.
juanito: the original term was “tomcatting around”–either way, it’s an unfair implication, as the toms only go where they’re called by a queen in heat.
I’m with the personal hygiene bloc. That, or some kind of nerve/blood tonic.