Well, it's a drippy, gloomy early December Saturday here in the Pacific Northwest. I should be donning raingear to schlep myself out to do Christmas shopping but GUESS WHAT? LET SANTA HANDLE THAT HORSE HOCKEY, I GOTS THRIFT STORE FUNNIES TO SHARE WITH YOU! Please to enjoy things that caused me to smile in public.
Ladies and gentlemen...introducing Dave Boyer and his embedded twin brother, Leechy!
No.
HELL NO.
I believe that Dave Boyer excised Leechy and buried him in the woods!!!
"Grandpa Red, why do you dress like Hillbilly Liberace and only sing about failed personal relationships or dead or dying children?"
The Gallery of Deeply Suspicious Ceramic Animals:
Disco?
Imagining the sort of person who is a member of the American Tarantula Society.
SHUT UP, PAT!
You and your lover can only gaze upon my elegant manspread.
SHUT UP, MR. C.!
OH SERIOUSLY HELL NO x ∞.
Changing my name to Junior Zither DeLuxe immediately.
Do you think he shoots you if you take his cap off?
Redhead: "Vaughn, you told us this was a house party. There are only us two hot girls and you."
Vaughn: "Relax, baby. I'll sing you college football songs. You'll dig it. Watch me smoke a cigarette and use a dog clicker to get your pal to sleep with me!"
Brunette: "Stop using your dog clicker on me. I am a human woman. The minute you stand up, I plan to kick you in the whozis. I hate college football."
SHUT UP, RUTH!
AND YOU SHUT UP TOO, DINO!
The '67 Priscilla Presley hair influence is strong here.
OH BOY AN HOUR IN STEREOLAND WITH A STEREO ORCHESTRA IN ULTRA STEREO SOUND!!!!!!!!!
Revised: None More White Heart.
Answer: I don't know, but your hair sure isn't. ZZZZING!
At first, I thought the guy was carrying an assault rifle instead of a guitar. Both images make perfect sense for the whole Country Teardrops theme.
HOP ON!
WWJD? Probably not license his crucified image on a t-shirt, is what.
It's hard to know if the reduced price is a good deal for this record when there are absolutely no written clues on the jacket as to what it actually IS.
I want you to do you very best to imagine what this must sound like with these 4 sisters bashing away in flip-haired piety with ukeleles, accordions, hand bells, water glasses, and bells hit with TWO HAMMERS. I should have bought this.
Um.
Oh, if only Zaferin could have been a drug given to old Rex to stop him from being a money-grubbing religious charlatan!
And finally...Rusty Goodman, SINGER!
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