It’s the personal blog of a somewhat bored retired airplane factory drone. Oddly, my name anagrams to “Never Jet Hot”. Go figure! I have the gamut of old fart hobbies, collecting old matchbook covers, and other midcentury odds and ends; because I want to go back there. We hunt for Geocaches, and used to travel […]
Why not a Doberman?
This guy’s lion… a good burglar deterrent? Perhaps. But wouldn’t she cost a fortune in gazelle meat, and kitty litter? And forget having nice furniture. She’s supposed to be “not mean, just playful”… Yeah, the same could be said of our Calico, Maize. But she plays rough!
Bill is afraid of a little rain!
The Daisy people used to advertise in Sad Sack comics, kids who read that dream of marching and peeling potatoes. Bill got a Model 26 for his birthday. Too bad dad is going to use up all of his BBs. Bill’s dad dreams of being a freeway sniper. He thinks that he is a real […]
A little bit behind…
This is kind of a typical beach humor postcard from the forties and fifties. That dog though… What have they been feeding him? And how does that guy manage to be up to his neck in about a foot of water? Seems like they phoned it in on this card.
Marilyn Monroe VS The Monroe Brothers
I recently acquired some Marilyn Monroe trading cards. They’re nice and all, she was a beautiful lady. Still… Can she build a chicken coop? Can she expand your bedroom? The Monroe Brothers certainly had their merits, ask anyone in Hootersville.
Too much fun
This postcard offers the pathetic excuse for not writing, “having too much fun”. We haven’t had much fun recently, but I have been watching some Youtube videos featuring people exploring the most remote desert locations, old charcoal kilns, a stagecoach stop, stuff like that. No masks, no protestors, just warm desert sun. Maybe I’ll mail […]
Pretty bad NSFW chicken joke
A sadist, a masochist, a murderer, a necrophile, a zoophile and a pyromaniac are all sitting on a bench in a mental institution. “Let’s have sex with a cat?” asked the zoophile. “Let’s have sex with the cat and then torture it,” says the sadist. “Let’s have sex with the cat, torture it and then […]
Monster mail order scam
Kids of the 1960’s got to go to the school of hard knocks; sending a hard-earned dollar, getting a monster poster, your choice of Frankenstein or Dracula. Because of a fundamental misunderstanding of what “80 pound stock” means., kids probably expected an 80 pound monster. ( First your Sea Monkeys died, now this. )
I just dropped in to see what condition my condition was in.
I guess this is OK for a paratrooper, but if her boyfriend works at McDonald’s, or is a dope dealer, it could be sort of creepy. And what if she isn’t in the yard at all, maybe it’s just a whimsical plywood gardener’s butt? My neighbor used to have one, but come to think of […]
Any man playing grabass or fightin’ in the building spends a night in the box.
In the winter of 1967, you can bet there was a lot of “FAILURE… to communicate.” And just maybe, a run on eggs? I wonder if this is when Paul Newman got the idea for his Salad Dressing empire.