Krab, with a "K"

 With Christmas upon us, let us rejoice for good news has come to all mankind!  Other peoples photos remind us that there is not right, or wrong way to observe the holidays.  That holiday was when J. Edgar Hoover dropped in at the Tolson's for reflection, and maybe a cup of Christmas cheer.  Remember that holiday when the patio umbrella went missing and when your mom went next do to the Livermore's house to ask if they had seen it, but the Livermore's just kept mum about the patio umbrella, that had yellow fringe just like the Livermore's artificial tree had that year. Cousin Calliope never drank, except the egg nog on Christmas Eve, and sing songs around the Christmas tree? Remember that year when it had more Nog than other years, and Calliope was the Christmas tree?   Neither does Calliope. Those tortured Christmas Eve's with Uncle Buster and Aunt Billie. He smelled like Winston cigarettes and she smelled like Jim Beam.  Those Christmas' with your ex...

  SOURCE: Cleveland Plain Dealer Online Cookie used to love reading the newspaper.  It set my world straight for the day. When we moved from the Eastern Seaboard to the Midwest, it was a bit of a jolt.  Alas, The Cleveland Plain Dealer which used to be a very fine paper is now no longer just that.  Instead of yesterday's news, the next morning, now the news that they claim is content can be from two days ago to two months ago. The breaking content is minimal.   This probably is from their TV listing feed - something they don't have anything to do with. In the publishing world, when I used to write romance novels in the early 80s, we used to refer to a certain type of padding as "Fuckie Fudging".  Lots of ooooooh's and ahhhhh's to up the word count on seducing (not sex, seduction) scenes.  Well, isn't this an example of a type of Fuckie Fudging?

New this week at the Grumblat, Ohio, post office are these spiffy stamps, celebrating the winners of the 1951 Miss Postal Workers Contest. We have (Clockwise) Miss First Class Delivery, Miss C.O.D., Miss Book Rate, Miss Postage Due, Miss Delivered in a Brown Wrapper, Miss Registered Mail, Miss Certified Mail, Miss Rural Free Delivery and in the center, Miss Special Delivery. Be sure to get yours today, and remember, collecting stamps is FUN for the entire family!

Serve them Dandy Gelatine!

Stamp collecting is the gayest of hobbies.  Boys and teens are keen on this type of cultural avocation.  The latest sheet available at the Main Gramblat, Ohio, post office, and at the Taffyville, finance station are these, part of a series called an "Homage to Physical Culture."  Get yours before supplies run out!

I bet Peppa get a surprise...

HELLO, EVERYBODY! American singing legend, and fullback, Kate Smith shares with us her"pet Jell-O tricks", Strawberry "festive" mold and a cucumber "tang" salad. The strawberry mold looks like the Ford Rotunda .

"Yeah, let's see bitching about the party now, 4C."

So. Much. Wrong. I prefer my shortcake with strawberries, thank you very much.

So yesterday it was about Ken, today it is about Brad.  And Brad has it all going on.  Yeah, he is Christie's boyfriend, but he would also look mighty fine with Barbie.  And unlike Ken who never says a word, BRAD is a chatterbox.  "I talk." and, "I say many things."  Evidently, Brad was educated at Oxford because he also does not use contractions.

But you are Ken, you are.  And you are just too rigid with the way you carry yourself. When Barbie needs someone to fill out her "plus one,"  she calls you, but the rest of time, you are in the box with Skipper. The problem is, Ken, your wardrobe isn't something that you can share with Barbie.  Midge would like to wear it because Midge is Dykadelic.  But Barbie?  Not so much.

Natty Boh is the official beer of Krab with a K. No craft beer for Krab lovers.  That snobby BS is for the more refined lovers of "Crab".  No one here calls it "National Bohemian - it's always been "Natty Boh" or just "Boh". But its still good trash beer.  But the "Pleasant Living" in "Charm City".  A total crock of shit. 

...never attractive and are often downright ugly. If this guy gets on the bench, remember, Hell Hath No Fury like Brett Kavanaugh Confirmed.

...what is it?

Isn't that the truth.

I hate to pop that childhood illusion that millions of baby boomers fell for: but Winky Dink never really needed your help.  It was a scam. You were played, Dork. Winky Dink always made it from one side of the screen to the other.  You didn't have to draw a bridge. How? Winky Dink was a Warlock and floated across the screen. Drunken Warlock.  Look at that red nose. So what happens to all that rage?  Trump wins the White House.  That's what. Every God damned Trumpster loving dickwad that voted for the President did so because they fell for the Winky Dink Scam. And in the back of their minds, Winky Dink could never have made it across the TV screen.  Winky Dink only made it across because these idiots were there for Winky Dink. Then the world turned on them and shattered the myth. And the outcome?  Trump. Think about it.