Giant Scratch & Sniff Armpit Posters

WTF?

Currently being trailed in New York, passers-by at 505 8th Avenue are invited to scratch a trio of massive armpit posters and get a whiff of “Billie’s” latest “all-day” deodorant called “Coco Villa”.

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The blurb:

“Those who sample the scratch & sniff armpit will detect a sweet spiced vanilla scent, with notes of sunny sandlewood and coconut cream. The deodorant formula is aluminium free, approved by dermatologists. This new campaign tries to make the body care experience more fun, and fans of the product will soon be able to scratch & sniff other armpits at locations throughout the city.”

How fucking gross can you get.

Coming soon – giant scratch & sniff posters of Gwyneth Paltrow’s reeking clunge.

Nominated by Shit Cake Baker.

70 thoughts on “Giant Scratch & Sniff Armpit Posters

      • Come come Thomas.

        Don’t be tardy.

        A bit of Fairy Liquid and a bottle brush, she’ll be as good as new 😃

        Get struck in lad 💪

      • My nomination:

        BBC coverage of Glasto.

        Jeezus. What a shitshow.

        Look it up on iPlayShite.

        Opener: some wierd fat tranny in a blue loetard that summed up the phrase Spandex Enormity (full credits to Saint Billy Milano)

        Then Alanis bastard bastard bastard bastard “sing along, menopausal heifers, all men are bastards” Morisette. Not a dry Tena Lady in the house.

        I’m out. I remember Steve Hillage playing a blinder in 1973. Hawkwind playing on into the night.

        This is f&cking pathetic.

      • My nomination:

        BBC coverage of Glasto.

        Jeezus. What a shitshow.

        Look it up on iPlayShite.

        Opener: some wierd fat tranny in a blue loetard that summed up the phrase Spandex Enormity (full credits to Saint Billy Milano)

        Then Alanis bastard bastard bastard bastard “sing along, menopausal heifers, all men are bastards” Morisette. Not a dry Tena Lady in the house.

        I’m out. I remember Steve Hillage playing a blinder in 1973. Hawkwind playing on into the night.

        This is f&cking pathetic.

    • Liz Hurley? Nah, I’d vote for Gwyneth.
      Shit Cake’s last sentence made me piss my self. My missus thought I was having an epi fit …

    • Just realised some readers might be a bit mystified by my post above. Down to me generalising I’m afraid. Cosmetics are all the same sweet smelling cack to me. The one that would be dangerous of course is called “anti-perspirant.” It’s been known forever that such a product does not and must not work as claimed. When Shirley Eaton was painted gold for the film Goldfinger in 1964 there was a strict order that the paint must be removed within an hour because it blocked the pores. It was an effective anti-perspirant. A doctor and medical staff were on standby on the set in case she succumbed.

      It’s 33.8 C in the shade here and still fifteen minutes till the sun peaks.

      Everyone knows a mile is 1,760 yards but how many know that 100 miles per hour is 1,760 inches per second?

      • I stand corrected , but didn’t they leave the underside of her feet unpainted for exactly that reason….basically so she didn’t ‘suffocate’

      • I don’t know Chuff but yes, I did hear that some part of her was not painted for safety.

      • I read it was the small of her back, probably one of those urban legends, like granny’s corpse being strapped to the roof rack after she died whilst on a family holiday…. Blah blah blah.

  1. From what little I see of adverts it seems the “beauty industry” goes out of its way to show fat Dark Keys,mysterious looking Arabs and junkies from Hong-Kong.

    Without exception they can fuck off.

    Smell the Oven,hippies.

  2. Swedish chemist joke …
    Customer: “I`d like to buy some deodorant, please.”
    Shop Assistant: “Baall or arr-e-sol?”
    Customer: “Neither, I want it for my armpits.”
    💥

  3. Could be adapted for beer pumps; a scratch and sniff predicted fart for afters . Bass would have an extra government warning.

  4. Always preferred the natural prongs, especially the sweaty minge area. I’d be down there for ages and make some ladies squirt who haven’t experienced it before. I’ll wear the same T-Shirt all day to remind me of the pleasures I’ve given the ladies and myself from the aroma still on the shirt.

  5. It reminds you of that advert for Lynx Lower Body Deoderant, where a footballer sniffs the front of an Afro’s shorts, while said Afro looks aghast. Dame Emily Fatarse was on The Week In Westminster on Wireless 4 a little while ago, and that made me think of that advert – I wonder if she uses it round her flabby buttocks and maloderous arsehole?. Pong-a-roonie.

  6. OT, but did any other Cunters get invited to Jeff`s [Bezos`s] wedding? Only it was a bugger choosing a gift for them, so I settled on an Amazon voucher. Each.
    🎫

    • I got an email from Amazon but the invite attachment was missing, I have been to Venice so not really that bothered.

      • I was invited Sam, but unfortunately I couldn’t make it as I had to tidy my sock drawer.

        However I sent them a very tasteful present of a plastic gondola to put on their mantelpiece and remember me by.

        I sent it by Amazon and they delivered it to an address in Milan.

    • That’s a pity, Geordie. It would have been rather nice slurping a few Newcastle Broonios together with a plate of spaghetti hoops.
      🥫

  7. This is something I didn’t know existed but could have done without knowing it ever did.

    It’s like marketing is nowadays trying to go for that shock factor… Like the lynx advert sniffing mens nut sacks and shit boxes.

    There’s always one who was to take the comments too far … I’m looking at you, Jelmet, for introducing Diane Abbot into this… Gods *cries*

    • That Lynx advert is probably giving Kweer ideas. He will probably invite his boy, Wes Streeting to play on his Sunday football team, and he will be on his hands and knees sniffing Wes’ foreskin. Crystal clear and laser focused, as ever, he will be.

      • I think Diane Abbott provided oxygen masks for anyone who dared go near her private parts.

  8. They have these in regent Street, you scratch a poster of goblin khan and a whiff of an overfilled septic tank hits your nostrils.
    The posters are life sized so you really have to bend your back to reach it.

    • Angie’s sloshpit would challenge the most powerful deodorant, would it not?

      A mixture of Domestos, Dettol and Jeyes Fluid might just about do it.

    • What next after armpit posters, a sweaty minge poster? It’s bad enough seeing those Lynx adverts on tv, some basketball player trying to suck an opponent’s bell end in broad daylight, or that bent woman crawling over cinema seats trying to lick a bloke’s arse. None of this happened until Keir Starmer became prime minister.

      • That’s probably how Rachel From Accounts got her job – round Kweer’s arsehole.

  9. What a genius idea., 👍

    We are on the cusp of flavoured wallpaper

    Willy Wonka did it, now its on the cards for slack faced downs syndrome Elon Musk to invent it.

    We have arrived in the future.
    Flying cars
    Personal jetpacks
    Rayguns are months away.

    • Ps

      Who the fucks Billie?

      Billie goat?
      Billie connelly?
      Billie the kid?

      I wouldnt wear this deodarant.
      Im strictly Lynx Africa
      Pure class.
      The fuckin VIP version

      Poured on that cunt from Hot chocolates head and i pick him up by the ankles.

      • You can’t pick him up MNC, he died yonks ago. I presume you were referring to malteaser head?

      • Yeah.
        Is he dead Jill?
        Shame that.

        Ill have to get a new roll on deodarant now.

      • Not really my thing Jill but i liked ‘so you win again”.

        ,They must of made a fortune,
        Had lots of hits and always played at weddings.

  10. Neil Young set to now be shown live on the BBC in yet another U Turn, is the old cunt related to Starmer.

    Maybe he intends to die on stage.

    • What a wanker.

      First he wont play.
      Then he will.

      Then he refused to be televised.
      Now he will.

      Get some integrity
      An get your hair cut too
      Sell out.

      • He’s probably senile, says something, has a nap, forgets who he is, says something else, pisses himself then another nap.

      • Yes Harold but we cast him out for having a yank accent.

        Hes not spoken of in the family,
        And weve cut him out of the family photo albums.

        He was warned, wearing a baseball cap back to front
        Asking for ketchup for his chips
        And told me mam her cooking was “awesome”.

        Hes dead to us.

    • I wish they would show Dawn Butler’s act – a foot-tappin. swinging set including her version of Why Am I Treated So Bad ending up with her new disco single Can’t Get Over A Girl Like Me – You’ll Have To Get Up And Go Round. Her support act is Angie Eagles Dykie Jass Band featuring David Lammy on his hot banjo. If you want to see Angie minus Dawn you can see her perform her tribute to Pops Foster later, but you will miss Dawn gyrating suggestively , her pouting lips like a scarlet wound, and her heaving bosoms as she soulfully sings Empty Bed Blues. It took British Steel three weeks to make her sports bra. You won’t find Lammy at that gig either – he’ll be stuck in the bog in the field still.

  11. Ive not seen any Glastonbury.
    Although Stockport is represented there (Blossoms)

    I like the watchtowers they have nowadays
    Very dystopian maaaan.

    It used to be a piece of piss to sneak in when i was a youth
    Wouldnt like to try it now.

    Although id be more likely to be on the escape committee.

    • Me neither,though some pavement ape in shorts has come on stage and said fuck the IDF. they are now deploying to destroy all fried chicken and almond milk for lattes..

    • I wonder why they’re not showing Dhani Harrison’s set. Would love to have seen that. Spit of his dad, looks and voice. RIP George😍

    • Glastonbury has become everything the free festivals were not. On top of that yet another socialist knight enriches himself whilst pumping out left propaganda and has it all amplified by the BBC.

      Bank in the days bikers and hippies would get shot faced together and people would get naked and think they found god in the mud. Bands like Hawkwind would give your trip musical accompaniment as you watched some hippie chick dancing out of her tiny little mind. Chances were the bikers would start fighting each other or batter a hippy or two of no rivals were available.

      Maybe they could do some scratch and sniff posters of the old festivals, overpowering patchouli oil, the smell of dope, a waft of engine oil and piss from the bikers originals, a slight hint of pussy.

      Good days, fuck off Eavis with your corporate concentration camp with mega stars and ancient has beens.

      Glastonbury is everything a real festival never was, attended by people who’d never survive a weekend at an old free festival.

  12. My nomination:

    BBC coverage of Glasto.

    Jeezus. What a shitshow.

    Look it up on iPlayShite.

    Opener: some wierd fat tranny in a blue loetard that summed up the phrase Spandex Enormity (full credits to Saint Billy Milano)

    Then Alanis bastard bastard bastard bastard “sing along, menopausal heifers, all men are bastards” Morisette. Not a dry Tena Lady in the house.

    I’m out. I remember Steve Hillage playing a blinder in 1973. Hawkwind playing on into the night.

    This is f&cking pathetic.

  13. Wasnt many festivals up North back in the day.
    All down South.

    You mentioned Glastonbury to anyone in Stockport in the mid 80s theyd not have a clue.

    And you didnt get hippys either.
    Not those dreadlocked, live in a old commer van and tipi types anyway.

    Wed instead go camping, get wasted, pissed up around a fire in the woods, some old ghetto blaster playing Hawkwind, Sabbath, zeppelin etc.

    So when I first went a festival down south (Stonehenge)
    I was shocked!!

    White boys with dreadlocks
    Living in vans
    People who would have a meltdown over a burger van selling burgers
    “CAPITALIST PIG!!!”
    A culture shock for a young lad from a council estate up North.

    But i realised pretty quickly they were all posh cunts, with posh names, and affluent parents who could float them financially.

    They wanted to lynch someone earning a few quid selling burgers yet mummy and daddy owned a farmhouse and 40 acres in the countryside.

    • Apparently Pulp were the mystery band and the Red Arrows flew over as common people reached its climax.

      I’m actually crying, tears of rage, one fucking missile and its job done Cocker.

  14. Nice to see the Tarquins and Jessica’s flying the Palestinian terror flag at Glastonbury..

    “Taking stock
    By more than 1,000 years, “Israel” predates “Palestine.” The land then became home primarily to an Arab population, again for more than a millennium. Both Jews and Arabs thus have a legitimate claim to the land.

    The Israeli-Palestinian conflict has seen myriad wrongs and brutalities on both sides.”
    https://theconversation.com/the-history-of-israel-and-palestine-alternative-names-competing-claims-163156#:~:text=Taking%20stock,and%20brutalities%20on%20both%20sides.

    The fucking uneducated twats..!

  15. With me its hairy armpits and hairy minge, which holds the strong odours and the velvety hairy legs without the rough prickly hairs. Cuddling up to these ladies is like being in heaven.

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