Carcass: It’s What’s For Dinner
Category: Fun
Uncle Sam And Niece Samantha Wave Good Riddance To Bus Folk
Expressions Of Holiday-Mandated Ardor
In this age of hoarders and storage units dotting the landscape, who couldn’t use a cedar chest on Valentine’s Day? Cedar looks and smells better than particle board, and it can hold a lot of old Life magazines, the kind that have these ads.
Once your valentine has a place to store her personals, she can’t wait to tackle the housecleaning. An organized house is great, but a sparkling clean one is even better. Consider giving the gift of Sani-Flush.
It cleans incrustations! Find a way to use that word today, if you can. And if it’s not just the toilet bowl that reeks, consider Colgate to brush away the stench of her foul breath.
You may think a tube of toothpaste could be offensive, but any woman would delight in a reference to a deficiency in her personal hygiene. Still, if you want to go the extra mile, forget taking her to Fifty Shades of Gay. Women don’t like movies like that. What we really dig are inaugural films. This is sure to be right up her alley.
I can’t wait until the fourth inauguration comes out!
Indian Men Ankle-Deep In Peppercorns, Wearing Beautiful Wrap Skirts
During my many trips to India, specifically the village of Kerala, this was a familiar sight. Tanned men with enviable full heads of hair, revealing sculpted calves beneath skirts straight out of The Preppy Handbook, working the Tellicherry and Malabar peppercorns as they dried in the sun. No, wait, I’ve never been overseas; I’ve only eaten curry dishes at Royal India off the highway. In any event, their waiters would do themselves a favor to don such gay apparel.
Whirly Whirly Whirly Girls
Branding: New Alternative To Pricey Wedding Rings
Velvet Overground
Barbasol And Root Beer
Even The Tree Shrinks From Tommy’s Touch
Twenty-Eight Days Of Fabulous
Let’s celebrate the new month with enthusiasm!
Happy Birthday, Mr. Gable
Class Favorites 1946
Martha reminds me of a longhaired Ava Gardner.
I like the musical background behind Jim Bob Floyd (three first names!).
Barbara must be feeling for ashy elbows, but she looks like she’d be some fun, especially on Superbowl Sunday. Actually, the first Super Bowl wasn’t until 1967, over 20 years after this picture was taken.
Check out Charles. Have you ever seen a more broad-shouldered, smooth-faced young man? He’s built like Brigitte Nielsen. In fact, he may even be lying down on a thatched floor, resting those long ladyfingers.
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