Showing posts with label hygiene. Show all posts
Showing posts with label hygiene. Show all posts

Friday, February 27, 2015

Stranger Danger


I suppose I should be impressed at the guy's ability to manage his zipper and buttons with one hand. Unless he did the shoulder-cradle thing.

I really have to stop thinking about this.

Friday, January 23, 2015

This Generation's "Desperately Reeking Susan"


I can't explain what happened to her face. Or, frankly, why it looks like maybe she had a terrible accident and Popeye had to give her one of his arms.

But I swear to God that's Megan Fox.  You know, without makeup.  After she first wakes up in the morning.  When she's spent the night before drinking heavily.  And having her face abused.

Thursday, January 22, 2015

Tuesday, January 20, 2015

Which, I Would Think, Is Truly EVERY Single Actual Thing


I can't explain the gray bar on the side of the picture.

Nor can I explain why Woody Allen looks so much like Tina from Bob's Burgers.

You will just have to wonder as to the artistry that am my oeuvre.

Monday, January 19, 2015

One If By Gland, Two If By Sea



It is not lost on me that I've managed to make Anthony Quinn look like Fu Manchu.  Also, Gregory Peck appears to be wearing a Star Trek tunic...

Your own observations?  Please leave a comment.  All are welcome, but funnier ones are welcome more.

Sunday, January 18, 2015

A Particular Period in American Film



The chapters where Curly's wife wrestles with her cycle were edited out before Steinbeck was allowed to publish.  Originally, the novel was as long as The Grapes of Wrath.

Not sure how the mice figure into this, though.

Saturday, January 17, 2015

That Damned Elusive Pimple


"Wash my face more? Is it so simple?
Methinks not, damned unseemly pimple!"

And, no, I have absolutely no idea what those six stick figure at the bottom of the poster are all about.  Sorry.