There is a five-minute assortment of those ads on YouTube, and the primary clip is perhaps the worst. After an animated bit that includes Lucy furnishing Desi with a pillow on his simple chair earlier than switching on the tv (there’s nowhere for her to sit down), we’re handled to the live-action sight of the duo firing up a few king-sized sticks of their front room. Desi notes that that is the final cig within the pack, and asks Lucy to get one other one. Fairly than throw on her coat and drive to the native grocery retailer, Lucy hops up, takes down a framed image within the background and unlocks a wall secure that comprises a complete carton of Philip Morris goodness. Evidently, the couple’s plans for the night had been to sit down round the home and suck down darts till bedtime.
Upon retrieving the carton, Desi straight addresses the digicam and marvels that they are “easy, delicate, mellow and straightforward in your throat.” So easy, you possibly can’t really feel the most cancers metastasizing in your lungs! Lucy provides that there is “no cigarette hangover.” So while you’re hacking up thick, yellowy phlegm within the morning, blame that in your nightcap or your toothpaste, not, god forbid, the pack-plus of coffin nails you inhaled the day earlier than.