Due to the current econoclysm, we are reducing our storage space. In this effort, we are posting various items which must be cleared out. They never made the grade for a post of their own, so they must now share cyberspace in one gloriously useless entry.
One of those 'stare-at-it-for-a-long-time-and-close-your-eyes-and-see-the-negative' deals. (click to enlarge, then consume the illusion.)
We assume that this may have been a production still taken for continuity, but it may be from a wax museum. Either way, it sickens a refined sensibility, does it not?
It all seems to be going well, but sometimes a trip can go horribly awry.
Rickles seems to be hitting big on the scene at the moment, so we thought we'd ride that wave a bit.
Miss January 1965, Sally Duberson. We discovered this centerfold and recognized it from a pop-art painting by the great Mel Ramos.
3 comments:
Clean it up! Clean. It. Up. CLean it up!
Clean that shit up!
Happy Birthday you big blowhard. I only knew it was your birthday because while stalking your hot little daughter, I saw her buy a Birthday Card in the pharmacy, This was after she dribbled some egg cream juice over her lips, unto her blossoming chest. Yowww. I saw her make the card out to Ottomannix, so here I am.
You must be mistaken. Although i have fathered over 87 children all over the world, i lay claim to NOT A ONE! Not one knows of my whereabouts, and that makes things easy, for me.
Perhaps you saw ORTHO NAMMIX's daughter, whom i haven't seen since she was a wee lass.
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