These are reproductions of one of the rarest PEZ candy dispensers. I should know… I had one of the 1968 “Luv” originals, and it’s somewhere in the basement of a house in Ohio. It looks like this:
I don’t remember ever refilling it with the little brick-shaped candies, but I disassembled and reassembled it at least once when I was bored.
[Found here.]
As drummer for the seminal punk band The Ramones, surviving member Marky Ramone is enhancing his portfolio by marketing Marky Sauce. It’s the loudest, fastest and most awesome pasta sauce you’ll ever see in your lifetime. Gabba freakin’ Hey!
[Video here, Marky’s website here. Tip o’ the tarboosh to WN.]
For fans, here’s a bonus clip from “End of the Century.”
[Found here.]
It’s a complete mystery. Nobody knows exactly what went down in the San Fernando Valley in 1983 except for one proud lady displaying her bowling balls that she grew from seeds.
But that poster… creep city. An overweight one-armed busty yellow jacket with spit curls offsets the mysterious code on the right, below which is a secret symbol, kind of an anti-yin-yang deal. I smell evil.
[Image found here.]
Seems to me that it would’ve been cheaper to order a hamburger with a couple of toasted extra buns, but that involves a lot of planning and logistics, not to mention the aggravation of travel time.
I’d have sent it back because the beef is not on the left half side, just to see how the pizzaman resolved the problem without using Elmer’s. Of course, if I did that, pizzaman would block my phone number. Not worth it.
[Found here.]
“Guys! Check it out! Babs just showed up with a Tootsie Roll and she’s chewing it! Dump your skanky dates, you’re missing the best part! Man oh man, look at her go!”
True Fact: Tootsie Roll, see, is the life of every party… for wherever Young America gathers… Its popularity is acclaimed by all.
Acclaimed by all 13 dweebs in the advert, that is. The next best thing, besides watching Babs seductively remove her fillings with a brown phallus-shaped wad of sugar, corn syrup, partially hydrogenated soybean oil, condensed milk, cocoa, whey, soy lecithin, orange extract, and artificial and condensed flavors, is an ether binge.
There are waaaaay too many things wrong here. The polkadot yukata for example. Did the Colonel ever serve watermelon in the Kentucky Fried Chicken franchises? Not in my memory. But to tell the truth, I’m ticked that KFC doesn’t deliver their buckets o’ artery-clogging flavor to my house anymore. I can only take so much pizza.
[Found here.]
Tacky Raccoons 