In sweltering heat, this poor college boy made use of a fan and handkerchief, since the dorm in which he resided lacked conditioned air.
And while we’re discussing undershirts and hot stuff, let me just post this.
Deeee-lish. Yes, please.
And while we’re on the subject of mustaches, how about this shot of Sam Elliot wearing a dandy yellow, rainbow–winged wifebeater?
Beefcake. It’s what’s for dinner.
And maybe a box of chocolates. 🙂
That’s all this little photograph said on the back.
She seems so nonchalant about all that pressure on her noggin. For me, it wouldn’t just be the pain, but the balancing issue.
This clever but crazy man constantly shifts his balance to support four carry-on bags.
Again, it looks awful painful. Yet, women all over the world spare their biceps and let their heads do all the hard lifting.
Clothes, water, toiletries–these things make sense to transport on your head, if you’re able. But what I don’t get is this one:
Fat chance getting that goat to stay still.
At least he looks comfortable, no? The other fella seems pure-D zoned out.
Here’s another pic of students sitting near the steps. They have all chosen to keep their knees together, like ladies do.
We jump from 1942 to 1956 to another group of seated students. Something is rotten in the state of Denmark. Who is to blame?
This last seated guy–tapping away on his typewriter–appears to be getting all the propers, while Sally (far right) looks on. What a headline, Georgie Boy! Fan-tastic!
Silly ginger, don’t ruin your supper by eating dessert first!
The RCA Whirlpool fridge is so accessible, crafty gingers easily figure out how to eject ice at the touch of a button. And they’ll have plenty of time to do it, since they are excluded from many extra-curriculars.
Such violence toward gingers! I don’t get it.
Happy Birthday, Jane Russell!
Unless you like a frothy mouthful of head, do not pour your bottle into your glass this way. I watched a patron at a pizza parlor pour his pitcher (that’s a lot of p’s!) into his pint sans tilt, and he wound up with a pint o’ foam. Nasty. And he was well into his middle years, so he should have known better.
And the award for best illustration of ale with squirrels, accordions, and ascots goes to…
Schlitz! Y’all, this ad did its job. It actually makes me wants Schlitz, despite the fact that I would never order a 4.6% ABV beer because that’s just wasting my time. My mouth tells me to rebuke the “Schlitzness” but my eyes say “Carry on, my wayward daughter.”
Seriously, tell me, doesn’t this look like more fun than a barrel of monkeys?
This kiddo wishes he were ANYWHERE but under the tree with these losers. Perhaps he’s upset because he received a Norma pencil.
At least these parents know how to make their daughter’s Christmas a bright one.
I’d think you could use that pram for a real baby, no?
But the best gift by far is always a car. Especially if it’s a Cadillac.
Whether it’s a smile shared at a football game…
or a couple bottles of beer sipped over late afternoon conversation…
or a high school huddle…
or two pensioners out in fall weather, hunting for the perfect pumpkin…
Why so gross, National Geographic? Did you have to frame your pic this way? That fish looks dry and crusty. I wouldn’t even use the herbs, for fear of nasty contact contamination. Perhaps a brighter, fresher image would do, like this one of Anthony Bourdain among seafood fare that looks much more appetizing. RIP.
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