I can’t get this mid ’70s Canada Dry commercial out of my head. I happened to watch it on my iPhone a couple of days ago and it won’t leave me alone. I was singing it to myself while driving around town last night. Broderick Crawford rules, of course, because he’s saying it straight and plain. Aldo Ray and Jack Palance (a.k.a. Genghis Khan) are okay but they’re doing self-parodies. I prefer Schweppes Bitter Lemon.
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