If she does in fact "munch a nut or two while expertly crossing her legs", she is sending SERIOUSLY mixed signals.
Nightstand Books:
An Imprint of Box of Kleenex Press,
A Division of Vaseline and Co. Publishing,
A Wholly Owned Subsidiary of Amalgamated Self-Loathing, LLC.
I was feeling restless, out of sorts ... not so fresh.
Then SIC came along and filled my morning with Cthulhu jokes and wang candles. Now I feel like I can take on the day.
Thanks, Studies in Crap!
PS -- In that macrame dress, Bob Newhart's secretary looks amazing.
Excellent find, excellent exegesis, C.A.
"Shirt suits?" "Slack suits?" "Vest suits?" Wha?
Also:
"old men, homosexuals, and the real low brow types."
I represent all three of those demographic groups, wrapped up in a distressed, pink, poorly-tied bow. And I gotta say: Male Annual called it. We do love us violent rape scenes, my people do.
... We're talking about the cruciferous vegetable, here, right?
Because there's nothin' I like better than watching Iron Chef Bobby Flay force himself on yellow flowering members of the cabbage family.
Dunno; My magic hasn't done squat for me yet.
It's tough to pronounce, granted - you have to fold your tongue in thirds and install a cheek-valve.
T... the Hair of Donald Trump
D... the Cryogenics of Walt Disney
F... the Pro-Facscist Mindset of Henry Ford
I... the Jowls of Lee Iacocca
B... the Exploitative Guile of Mark Burnett
B... the Annoying Accent of Richard Branson
N... the Liquid Paper of Mike Nesmith's Mom
S... the Perfect Sage Timbales of Martha Stewart
W... the Estrogenic Might of Oprah Winfrey
S... the Necklessness of George Steinbrenner
W... the Sweatiness of Harvey Weinstein
J... the Mock-Turtleneck of Steve Jobs
G... the [Hacky Bill Gates Joke] of Bill Gates
Those are some perfectly constructed "one's an X/the other's a Y" gags, up in there, Scherstuhl.
The fact that they come with a bolus of nausea?
Bonus.
Re: “Before porn ruled your lives: Meet the boyish beefcake of Young Physique magazine”
The lunchmeat/surgical mask dude looks like he tried to go into a Front Lat Spread, but got somehow detoured into an Oh HONestly, Nigel. Classic rookie mistake.
On second look, it's closer to an Andy Capp's Wife (w/out Rolling Pin).