Friday night keggers
Marilyn Monroe sitting at the fountain in front of the Plaza Hotel in New York in 1957
James Dean in Times Square 1959
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I always wanted to nail Peg Bundy and never understood why AL rejected her advances.
Because Hollyweird has to push the perv agenda.
That woman is a sextoy in real life, too, IMHO (I.n M.y H.orndog O.pinion). A gal who can sing . . . yow, here comes the shoals.
I still have one of those Honda Fourtraxx wheelers. It is a 1988 and runs like the day it was new (minus a little valve tick). I don’t have the car seat on back…I just sit the kid in front of me and go (no helmet needed).
I’ve paid too much for never-sold Levi’s and other stuff, including T-shirts in the ancient original package – online. They are so different from today’s garbage.
I still have a saltine can with the lid ! had it for god knows how many years now. I think I bought it back in the late 1970’s when I first lived in the country- we had mice problems back then.
now we have like 10 outdoor cats that we feed and no mice anywhere to be seen unless you count all of the dead ones
I find in the yard or on the driveway. when we first moved here there where 3 stray cays around. told the wife to put some dry food out so they would hang around and take care of the mice- well, 3 cats became 12 in No time !
so we trapped them all and got them all fixed at a county clinic for 25 a head. that was 4-5 years ago. lost a couple
to something. have no idea how or why. just gone. but they kill everything around here, mice, birds, and now and then they catch a squirrel. I get to clean up the remains afterwards.
my neighbor has a mouse problem and sometimes squirrels get in his house. he hates cats. and he has lived here
a lot longer than we have. his wife is always bitching about mice in the house to mine.
Fixed or not, they still crap and mark everywhere. Cannot stand the smell and the kids end up inadvertently running in it. Many years ago, we had almost a dozen sitting on our back fence every night and making a racket. When my young kids started tracking cat crap into the house, a few bowls of green anti-freeze took care of the problem,
Cats do suck but putting out antifreeze for them to drink and die is just wrong.
If you have to disappear them, do it humanely, like shooting them like the Aussies do.
I think shooting cats would have been frowned upon in my crowded Houston subdivision. Although I did think about using a BB rifle from a perch on my roof, so as to not endanger any neighbors due to the downward angle, the silhouette of a man with rifle on the roof would evoke the same result as a shooting. I respect all of God’s creatures, but they had become vermin, more likely to cause illness, which superseded their usefulness with rodents.
The only ones in danger of being shot by me at that house were the Mexicans having a VERY loud quinceanera until 4am. My repeated requests for lowering the volume brought only threats from across the fence. Had to put my young children to bed with earplugs and it was still unbearable.
Was almost hoping one of the drunks verbally abusing my family and I would come over to find me sitting there in the dark till the wee hours, just in case.
I like cats. And dogs. Poisoners? Not so much.
Back in pre-leashes & dog shit bagging days, a neighbor poisoned the family member known as Schnauzer. Never knew which neighbor. Or motive. Almost certainly it was along lines of “stay out of my yard” in a time when the dogs ran as “free” as the kids did.
Feral cat problem I had in the desert I took care of humanely. Neighbors never knew a thing, heard a thing.
If someone can’t won’t make that investment ~ in their own humanity ~ then a single, inexpensive, live trap (& transport) approach. I’ve done that, too.
Re benefit-of-doubting that neighbor-poisoner … another not as distant a motive as might be thought: serial killer, or dehumanizer, practice.
Disrespect for life (form fill in the blank) bleeds … & the blood flows. Check the surrounds. Poisoned poisoner perspective is everywhere.
Tried the live traps. Cats were too wily.
Dog crap I just pick up and watch for the person walking it. I step on large spiders if too close to my living area also. Sorry to offend.
If it helps redeem my reputation, I did just catch an 8″ poisonous centipede in my house and let it go outside…. but then I poisoned for the scorpions.
Guess I’m not your kind of preferred neighbor.
I live-trapped 25 or more feral cats. Wily, yes. Not that wily, tho.
My preferred neighbors, whether wilier than cats or not, are ones I never hear &, if I see them, can not be sure it is them w/o binocs.
Don’t apologize to me. Atone & amend & don’t re-offend. That’s benefit of doubt to you, your sincerity.
Is this Joe?
Don’t have the scar but still have the mouse trap game. Grand kids think its a hoot.
Those first few photos were a laugh. There was actually a kid I knew who had his parent’s permission to smoke cigarettes at home. He was 12 years old at the time.
Late 60’s in Bell, Florida children could use chewing tobacco at school (provided they had a note from their parents) if they were 4th grade or higher.
Paternal grandmother on the farm warned US grandkids about chewing tobacco … said don’t ever put something in your mouth that you’d avoid stepping in …
Made sense to me …
Random thoughts from the bleacher seats…
-the plane accumulation looks like Ford’s work at the Willow Run plant, but, could be wrong.
They might have produced the B-29’s there in the run up to D-Day.
-On the movie marquee, the best of the lot was Manhunter, IMHO. Intense flick produced by Michael Mann, he of Miami Vice episodes, and the movie Heat. Manhunter was a forerunner to Silence of the Lambs, so viewer beware.
Dennis Farina is in it, who is a pretty good actor in the roles I’ve seen.
His part in Midnight run, is good, as well as in Get Shorty, I think,…the one where he pastes Gene Hackman in the puss with one of those old landline desk phones.
Remember the Coppertone ad with the little dog nipping & pulling the girl’s bikini bottom to expose tan lines?
The Noxema skin cream brought back an amusing memory.
As a kid, I was watching my adolescent older brother as he tried melting down some lead in the basement.
His goal was to make his own heavy lead donut to slip over a baseball bat, for warm up before sandlot games.
Once the molten metal got hot, he needed to create the hole in the donut, and ignorantly dropped a small,
sealed can of some type of paste, or solvent into the pool of hot lead.
Shortly after, the heat and pressure caused the can to pop open, spraying molten lead up and onto his
watchful gaze.
The howling scream prolly woke up the neighbors.
When the lead splatters were frantically pulled off his face, the wounds were unsightly.
He ended up dabbing on some Noxema, as if that stinky paste offered any type of healing.
It was a fascinating lesson for Lil’ Brudder to witness, suffering no such dilemma as a spectator to the folly.
Great selections again, Dani.
Well done, and
Thx for these.
For my older brother and I it was playing with gasoline. Fun times and the scars to remember them by.
The Good Old Days?…
The “Howard the Duck” movie absolutely sucked ass
I remember the “juice”-filled wax bottles, but I also remember wax lips, wax mustaches, and wax-filled skeletons around Halloween time (couldn’t find any pics of them though). Always looked forward to them around Halloween time.
Then of course were the wintergreen-flavored cigarettes
Find any of the skeleton or other juice-filled wax candies other than bottles? I admit, I didn’t look for the mustache, and when I found the wax lips there were some other very disturbing images. That’s exactly the mustache I remember buying. A bit of flavor and lots of chewing.
The baby with a smoke was me and because I started smoking so early well…. I’m going to need another lung transplant. Yeah everyone in kindergarten though I was cool but kids did I mention 2nd lung transplant?
I’m surprised that noone mentioned the Mickey Mantle baseball card.
They don’t do well in bicycle spokes either.
My grandfather did what they all did by throwing out all of my dad’s baseball cards from the 50s. My dad could list all of the cards and players he had.
All these photos do for me is remind me that living in dystopia/dystopian hellscape is no way for humans to live or be treated. Live your life and party like it’s 1965 and fuk these overlords and their rules…..rules are made to be broken.
Boycott digital currency.
The story of the guy who built the Hawaiin
The story of the guy who built the Hawaiian Tropic empire is a great read. He started making the lotion himself in 55-gallon drums. Once he became rich, he bought the Lambo Contach sports car used in the Cannonball Run movie.
Probably didn’t come with the nice accessory “airbags.”
We used to walk around with cigarettes to light our fire works.
While I’m a jungle bunny redneck born in a 3rd world nation and raised in the Appalachians, my parents still managed to instill some culture in me. The Sound of Music was just one of many awesome musicals that came out of the 1960s.
Keep up the Good Old Days posts, Avalon. I always look forward to them. 🙂
Bring back cigarette smoking! Babies drinking beer! My parents would give me a sip of beer, wine and spirits every now and then. It was healthy.
Three’s Company? Janet. Always Janet. She’s smoking hot.
Peg Bundy. Without a doubt. Total hotness.
And, yeah, I had the Death Star Space Station. Darth Vader always won because he’s a badass.
Re the little doctor kit – pretty sure mine came with a gynoscope.