Beware of Buns of Steel

Goodnight, Sweet Vixen

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I wasn’t supposed to like her.

I had gone to Central Dakota Humane Society looking for a calico, and there were a few. It was great fun meeting them all.

And then I was told there was one more in quarantine along with a sister and two brothers. They had been abandoned during the night at the shelter.

The calico was Patchie — You know her as Cricket these days. There was a black and white boy with an impressive overbite named Sylvester. There was a tumbly orange fella named Nipper. And lastly, there was an adorable doof with orange and white fur and a single canine tooth named Sophia.

I wasn’t supposed to like her.

As I sat on a chair inside the quarantine, Sophia came right up to me, stood up and put her front feet on my leg to check me out, purred, hopped into my lap and then hopped on my shoulder like a parrot.

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Behold, the Asshole Lane.

Behold, the Asshole Lane (AKA the Testy Twat Triangle). It is found at the intersection of Main Avenue and 26th Street in Bismarck, North Dakota.

Home of the Asshole Lane

Home of the Asshole Lane


Its origin was probably one of good intentions, or at least an attempt to correct a mistake, but all that has long been forgotten. Continue reading

Young Donald Trump

Young Donald Trump

Young Donald Trump

Just sayin’.

Très bien.

Elle magazine, 1952

The stunning cover to a 1952 issue of Elle magazine from France, part of a lot of five I received several weeks ago.

Except for Brady-Bunch Orange, all the worst late-60s colors in one late-60s GE ad!

Thanks to growing up in North Dakota — where nobody got rid of perfectly-good appliances until they stopped working, exploded, caught fire or got skunked by an actual skunk — I am very familiar with Avocado and Harvest (called “Harvest Gold”* in my neck of the woods). On the other hand, I only have fleeting memories of Woodhue, Frost White and Mist Blue after seeing them here, and the latter two mostly just remind me of those long-expired pastel mints that elderly relatives always had somewhere in their house in a decorative glass container. [shudder]

*I have been informed that Harvest Gold is darker than simply Harvest, but still lighter than the infamous Harvest Black.

Ad of Yore: General Electric Air Conditioner full-page print advertisement from a 1969 Look magazine

Ad of Yore: General Electric Air Conditioner full-page print advertisement from a 1969 Look magazine

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Take a Puff… It is Springtime

Ad of Yore: Salem full-page back cover print advertisement from a 1969 Look magazine

Ad of Yore: Salem full-page back cover print advertisement from a 1969 Look magazine

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The Truest North Dakotan of Them All Featured in VW Beetle Print Ad from 1969

After years and years of research, I have finally found the one person who best epitomizes North Dakotans for the outside world.

It’s not Lawrence Welk, Josh Duhamel (Sorry, ladies.), Shadoe Stevens, Leslie Bibb (Call me!) or Angie Dickinson. Rather, it’s Father Aloysius Bittman of Mandaree, North Dakota, who was featured in a 1969 print ad for Volkswagen.

Don’t believe me? See for yourself.

Ad of Yore: Volkswagen print advertisement from a 1969 Look magazine

Ad of Yore: Volkswagen print advertisement from a 1969 Look magazine

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Bottom 12 Failed Guy Fieri Catchphrases

Bottom 12 Failed Guy Fieri Catchphrases

12. “Well, lick my scab!”

11. “Holy E. Coli!”

10. “That’ll frost the pubes!”

9. “Well, grill my gonads!”

8. “That’ll strangle the hooker!”

7. “This is out of butts!”

6. “F*ck the front door!”

5. “Well, butter my butt plug!”

4. “This is gangbangin’!”

3. “Off the nipple!”

2. “That’s tampon!”

1. “Twist off my taint and call me a marsupial!”

Now you too can perspire with the slightest exertion!

Ad of Yore: Print advertisement from a 1973 Charlton comic book

Ad of Yore: Print advertisement from a 1973 Charlton comic book

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