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eeewww.
I’m more frightened of the hot dogs in the preceeding post.
Good lord. No pig should have to die for that.
Isn’t that so naasty?
worst thing i’ve ever seen. truly.
allison – hahahaha I know – look at the expression on his face. Doesn’t he look like a creepy serial killer? and she is an oblivious sorority girl. You know, like in one of those shows we love.
Oh, wow. This is like the corollary to Johnny Virgil’s now-famous JCPenney catalog post.
Well, considering the fact that sorority girl seems to have no idea she’s overheating in a sweater + sweater-vest combo, she very well could be oblivious to Mr. Creepy’s evil designs.
“I yelled fire when I fell into the…caramel
La-di-doo-dum, la-di-doo-dum-day”
Gives me a warm, fuzzy, slightly nauseous feeling in the pit of me belly.
Hey, now I’ve got a new “Non-Movie Link of the Week” to put in my sidebar. Thank you ever so much. But really, if you could see how my mother dressed me in the early seventies you’d have to down a whole bottle of Emetrol. OF course by the late seventies I was dressing myself and looked so totally way cool! Nobody feathered their hair like me baby – nobody!
Jonathan – hahahaha!! As a child of the seventies myself, I so know what you are talking about. The clothes were astonishing. I never could get my hair to curl like Farrah’s though. It is one of the deepest disappointments, to this day, of my life.
My First Communion suit was (I kid you not) a checkered green jacket with green vertical striped pants! Checkered on top, stripes on the bottom. And the shirt? Mondo sized white turtle-neck with ridges. It’s amazing I got through it without all the girls swooning.
Ah yes, the tried and true checkered and striped combo. It’s like we all took a page out of the Herb Brooks Sartorial Guide.