It wants its hat back.
That’s Richard Shufflebottom throwing knives at his grandson Garry at a Yorkshire fairground. If Garry’s mom, Florence, seems too happy to watch, it’s because Richard’s her father; so heaven only knows what her childhood was like. (Photo via National Fairground Archive.)
Who says fast food dumbs you down?
OK, and sometimes we called them “jogging shorts” if we wanted to specify between the cut-offs and the (admittedly horrid) terrycloth shorts (and rompers). But nowadays the kids (laughingly) call them “dolphin shorts.” Which I completely don’t get.
I don’t get the “dolphin” part, and I don’t get the laughing either. In fact, I stopped watching basketball when the players started wearing those long baggy things that resembled baggy golf knickers. B-ball so lost the sexy then.
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Rainbow Brite feeds a hippo.
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