Honestly.
I mean, cripes. Who really thinks these are attractive? Seriously. It’s like stilettos with great horrible growths. Wicked Witch of the West shoes. Man kickers (ouch). Sorry fiends, but they are just butt ugly to me. So are the pumpy versions: How these could be marginally flattering to any kind of foot is beyond my [...]
Radiation, anyone?
I must tell you I knew nothing about this until I ran across it last night. Aside from its carcinogenic benefits, it had to be the greatest marketing ploy anywhere. The text from a radio commercial, circa 1948: We know that once you buy shoes that are scientifically fitted, you will shop at <<STORE NAME>> [...]
Some nice reads
Because I live to serve. Submitted for your approval: ~ The Romance of Proctology. There is a reason for the absence of a photo on the cover. ~ Just what you need: your fears leaping out at you. ~ He was seriously awesome. ~ I would seriously buy this. ~ Sometimes, you’d just rather not [...]
Trippin’ the creepy meter II
Happy Clown Week. BooOoOOO. I have referenced my long-ago post about clowns on several occasions over the last two-plus years, for various reasons. I know my fiend Stoney agrees with my oft-restated opinion: to me, clowns are neither happy nor funny. They are, in fact, among the most sinister and nightmarish-looking creatures to ever walk [...]
Hey Mom, let’s go here!
This morning I was looking at theme parks. You know, the Grammie part of me likes to think about places to take the Most Amazing Toddlers in the World (a name I won’t be able to use for much longer, since one is creeping up on birthday #3), so I started snooping about. Came upon [...]