On the back of a bottle of Newman's Own Light Lime Vinaigrette...
The Great Salad Dressing Balloon Race. An armada of balloons loaded with Light Lime Vinaigrette. The starters gun - Bazoombah! They all rise majestically into the air. Newman's Own Balloon, with few calories, more taste and secretly propelled by charity, flies faster than Kraft and further than Wishbone. First across. First on the ground. El Piloto quaffs much quaffs of Newman's Own Light Lime Vinaigrette in victory. A medium light Italian starlet, daughter of Butch Cassidini, named Bitch Cassidini, (emphasis mine) leaps into the basket, kisses Piloto, her lips smeared with Newman's Own Light, she murmurs, "You taste of Sicily, of Vesuvius, of Naples, baby," and patting his fanny she whispers, "and no fat."
Seriously. WTF? How many bottles of salad dressing have the word "bitch" printed on them? A closer inspection of other Newman's Own shows similarly odd stories on the back. Wish I was in those marketing meetings.
Seriously. WTF? How many bottles of salad dressing have the word "bitch" printed on them? A closer inspection of other Newman's Own shows similarly odd stories on the back. Wish I was in those marketing meetings.