I don’t know what possessives some people.

Sigh.

You best mend your ways, Hot Liquid, or it’ll lead to a life of ruin!

Caution Hot Liquid!

It’s not just a job, it’s an (cough cough) adventure.

1943 magazine ad for Chesterfield cigarettes

What’s going on here with the Commodore lurking behind the Lieutenant? Is he her friend? Her mentor? her dad? Her lover? Her fashion consultant? A creep? A ghost? A German spy? CURIOUS MINDS WANT TO KNOW! Continue reading

Do you even backgammon, brio… err… I mean, bro?

1974 magazine ad for Roman Brio

Think about it — This ad’s style is ripe for parody.

I’m a narcissist…
so make it all about me.
Everybody’s doing smack…
And I’m willing to shoot some up,
but cocaine’s my bag.
I don’t eat bananas because potassium is cool.
I buy them because they look like bright yellow penises.

Trivia: “Brio” appears to be Italian for “vivacity”, which isn’t exactly the manliest of words. Continue reading

“I’m a maverick?” — John McCain

1974 magazine ad for Maverick Jeans & Sportswear

I have many questions about these three, but I’d rather not get them answered. Continue reading

The Meat For Every Occasion… except for perhaps Bar Mitzvahs.

Uncle George likes his meat solid.

Hormel’s SPAM is infamously “spiced ham”.
Armour’s Treet is a “spiced luncheon loaf”.
Wilson & Co.’s MOR was described as “no bone”, “no gristle” and “solid”. Can’t imagine why they’re not still around. Continue reading

The adtothebone review of McDonald’s Grand Mac

The McDonald’s Grandma, err… Grand Mac with a miniature $100 bill to mess up your sense of scale.

It tasted like a Big Mac. Continue reading

Behold, the Big O!

1943 magazine ad for General Mills Cheerioats (later Cheerios)

General Mills’ Cheerioats was invented in 1941. It didn’t long for Quaker Oats to gripe about the name and threaten legal action, so Cheerioats became Cheerios in 1945. Good thing, because autocorrect hates hates hates “Cheerioats”. Continue reading

It’s amazing how quotation marks can change the meaning of something.

Moahahahahahaha

Translation: “Until we kill you.”

Do it. — Whisper vs. The New Perchin’ Bench

Had a big box by the back door so Cricket and Whisper could see over the snow at the bird feeders. Was looking for an old piano bench to replace it but found this instead. And yes, I know its upholstery doesn’t match the floor mat, but mixed patterns are all the rage these days, right?