Major, once again you leave me impressed!
(And what does it say on that alien billboard?)
Mr Newport, the name of your father's pike rings a bell, was it ever featured in a magazine?
Well, there's the Thunderbird, the VW Beetle, the Jeep, the Corvette and the Lincoln continental. Not all of them are still produced, but they sure had quite a long run.
Nope, not a bit. I won't believe in them little spacemen until a real not-from-this-planet flying saucer lands on my backyard. Absence of evidence is evidence of absence, that's what I always say.
That's a beauty. It's good to see that appealing ad design is still being practiced. I just know that if I ever turn in something like that to my ultra-hip profs, I'd get a good kick in the shins!
Jack Nicholson playing just about any kind of psycho...
Pretty much any voice actor fits in this category, like Mae Questel (Betty Boop), Jack Mercer (Popeye), and especially Mel Blanc (everyone else).
Hehe, perhaps, Life Ends For Andy Hardy? Judge Hardy's Great-Great-Great-Grandchildren...
This reminds me of an old Saturday Night Live fake commercial featuring a ludicrous multiple blade Gillette razor... and one of the funniest cases of "life imitates art" I've ever seen.
Oddly enough, I was swinging a keychain flashlight when I read the title!
I used to have a very thick keychain collection, but it's mostly gone now. All I've left are a small globe from the Smithsonian, a small piece of leather from central Mexico which reads "They went to Zacatecas and all I...
Indoors, if that's what you want to know. It has a very small window facing the backyard and sometimes I look out and there it is, perched on the fence, peeping through the tiny opening with those fiendish rodent eyes.
Well, there's YouTube, Dailymotion and Photobucket, but I don't know what's the maximum permissible size. I believe you can keep videos private there, but I'm not so sure about Dailymotion.
Or, you could ask someone here to host them on a website.
What have I learned?
Well, there's that major revelation about vintage suits that dare not speak its name... the fact that bad capacitors can set a radio on fire... everything covered over here... that a single insignificant post can ruin an ENTIRE week and send me on a bout of utter misery...
About the most exotic cheese I've ever had was a salivation-inducing slab of Parmiggiano Regiano that mother brought from Italy several years ago. The bonus Samsonite-induced aging gave it a decidedly unholy aroma... but it was good!
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