Looks like several of the gals weren’t willing to ruin their hairdos for a guy with a little cigar.
Oh well, at least the balls are big. Continue reading
Looks like several of the gals weren’t willing to ruin their hairdos for a guy with a little cigar.
Oh well, at least the balls are big. Continue reading
Boom. No more smoking teenagers.
You’re welcome, America. Continue reading
I’m bringing “muffs the scene” back. Continue reading
I wonder who had to ride in the trunk? Continue reading
At first glance, this is just another stereotypical late-1950s magazine ad.
Continue readingFor all your crippling children needs.
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.
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