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Category: Fun
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Jerry O’Connell: Up-To-Date On Immunizations
Oh, come on. You remember Jerry. The kid with the buzz cut in Stand By Me.
In that pic, he actually looks pretty fit by today’s standards. It was probably just those horizontal stripes that gave him swell factor. Anyhoo, he’s all growed up now, just turned 41 last Tuesday, with full, dark eyebrows that make him look like an angry Thundercat.
He and former model Rebecca Romijn have twin girls with smile-inducing names: Dolly Rebecca Rose and Charlie Tamara Tulip, named after Ms. Parton and Jerry’s nearly-identical brother, respectively. How cute are they?
Although Jerry and Rebecca were married in 2007, she told Conan O’Brien that she was “too lazy to go to the DMV” to change her current legal name of “Romijn-Stamos” on her driver’s license, from her prior marriage to Full House‘s Uncle Jesse. Here they are with part of Judy Garland’s daughter’s boob.
Honestly, Rebecca–it’s been nearly 8 years. That’s one of my pet peeves, people not changing their drivers’ license information asap. I hit the DMV the day I got back from my honeymoon. Gotta sever those strings, honey. Even to a hunky half-Grecian.
L’il Music Man
Fear Of Measles Epidemic Linked To Teen Incontinence
The Wheels On The Bus
Did you spend hours on a school bus each dreadful morning and liberated afternoon with friendly-faced drivers such as these? Or were your drivers a little touched in the head? Did your buddies shoot spitballs at the back of said heads?
Recognize these faces? Surely they wouldn’t cause any trouble.
No rebellious nature in these well-behaved young men.
The 1941 students appear much more welcoming. All aboard!
Oops! Caught them mid-embrace!
Buses allowed downtime to chill with your pals.
Perhaps you were on a sports team and took a chartered bus. I can’t say as I ever did that.
And after all these years, they keep rolling.
Right Now, In Midwinter!
How I Feel At The Walmart H&R Block
It’s My Gift In A Box
Good morning! Today is my birthday, and it started off with a gift from my husband, sans chimp-hands.
I got my first birthday greeting at the crack of dawn.
The mailman had scads of birthday cards for me (crossing my fingers there’s no glitter; I hate hate hate glitter!)
My girls are coming over to fix me up, Sandra Dee style.
A fabulous party is planned for the noon hour.
Toasts will be made in my honor.
In fact, the entire state will raise their hats to me.
And when the sun goes down, the hub and I may throw caution to the wind and share a bottle of unpasteurized milk.
We know how to party.
*All pictures are from the 1948 Oklahoma A&M College yearbook.
New Auntie Anne’s Pretzel Circles
How adorable is this 1941 university Singles Tennis team, three of them in their tennis whites?
And what can I say about the Deck Tennis Singles?
Lady B’s hair has aerodynamic fins like a 1957 Chrysler Plymouth. Perhaps that helped with her swing?
The Table Tennis gals seem ready for a challenge. Pleated skirts and collared shirts allowed for ultimate comfort and flexibility.
Check out the smiles on these two. Rackets are strung and ready to backhand.
But what is going on with the men’s team uniform? I don’t get it. How did swooshy Great Gatsby-white-party culottes help their game? And think of the stains you could never get out! Boys are so messy. Those pleats really do add pounds.
It’s Jake, From State Farm
How I Feel After Four Conversations With The Middle School Principal
I Don't Get It 