Long before Tofurkeys roamed the earth, meatlessness was already a thing. Back in the 40s, Worthington Foods was there leading the way with vegetarian comestibles, ironic quotation marks and horrible product names indicative of the era. Let’s examine several of them! Continue reading
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You’re gonna need some booze to get through this.
You’re trying to score with this chick named Zuzu Zither.
She’s learning to play the Appalachian dulcimer.
Thank God for whiskey.
Trivia: The Appalachian dulcimer is also known as the hog fiddle. The more you know. Continue reading
This may just be the most 70s ad I’ve found so far.
Additionally, BoBo Bojovic has one of the most awesomely fantastic names of all time.
BoBo is truly livin’ the dream. Continue reading
Here’s a bit of OshKosh B’Gosh history that may surprise you.
They used to make duds for dudes! Continue reading
Well, they were right about the second thing.
My parents had an “audio system” similar to this one.
I’m pretty sure dad bought it at JCPenney, or “the Penney store” as he used to say.
I’m not so sure if it was the catalyst for mom hooking up with dad.
Oops. Shouldn’t have imagined that. Continue reading
“Pound away!” “Whip through!” I think Devo wrote this ad.
Well, no wonder the rest of the family has to work so hard at their clearly defined gender roles — Father’s a damned slacker! Continue reading
Watch out, ladies.
I wonder how they came up with a name like Curlee? Continue reading
Hey baby, are you into hot fomentations?
Mmm… Moist heat… Continue reading
I feel pretty. Oh so pretty.
I wonder what sort of magnificently manly scent this stuff had…
Eau de dumpster full of sweaty jock straps?
Crusty sock and whisky barf?
Burning chest hair?
Lumberjack taint scrapings? Continue reading
I think I know why we don’t hear much about sky driving these days.
Did people really call Canadian Club “C. C.” back then? Do they now?
Me: “A CC on the rocks, please.”
Bartender: “What the hell is that?”
Me: “It’s what you drink after sky driving.”
Bartender: “What the hell is that?” Continue reading