See? There really is a long history of blaming the dog. Even if the dog’s a toy.
Antique postcard from Primecardmike. Previous Urine For A Treat posts.
Tag: humor
Dames & Dogs #15 – And Some Sort Of A Hat
A dame, a little dog, and Mickey Mouse ears — what could be better than that?
Maybe adding a dude too. (Love how his glasses mirror the mouse ears.)
And now just a dude — and the dog and Mickey Mouse ears. Because I just can’t get enough of Gala‘s photos.
A Little Elk Wearing His First Pin
An antique BPOE framed print by August Hutaf, copyright 1908, showing a little boy in a cloth diaper — I think you can guess what pin this Elk has earned. And it looks like he’s going to employ that pin against a water balloon…
“I’m Only Allowed Upstairs”
Hubby & I have a new favorite comedy bit to watch over & over again — and to quote from. It’s from Betty White’s SNL appearance last Saturday — the Lawrence Welk Mother’s Day tribute sketch:
Is that bad? de-de-doo-doo
Dames & Dogs #14
The dalmatian asked Ginger Rogers, “Tennis, anyone?” It may have been a racket, as the dog had no balls.
The Shat On What Cologne To Beam Up Her Nose
In the January 2010 issue of Maxim, William Shatner reviews men’s fragrances:
Bobbie Dean & Mary Beth Anna Were So Glad Hats Were In Fashion For The Derby
Because they still had not found a way to dismantle their holiday hair.
The American & His Economy
Something or somebody’s got to give…
Wasn’t sure if I should go with a comical reference to MJ’s son, Blanket — too soon?
The American and his Economy, Family with Three Kids, Life Magazine cover, January 5, 1953.
Ca-Ching!
When I spotted this vintage pink Tom Thumb cash register at the Moorhead Antique Mall, my bell was rung and I was instantly transported back to playing with a sooo-retro turquoise version…
Mainly that old toy cash register was used to ring up sales in the basement bar, where my sister and I played barmaid and waitress, serving my parents corny cocktails like screwdrivers — an actual screwdriver in an empty glass, har har har — and equally moronic meals, made of puns and odd found basement things.
By then, the box had long been gone, but it was still awesome!
And I totally want to call my sister and reminisce… Maybe over a couple of screwdrivers.