Jazzmoose

Got some marinara sauce going on the stove, but that's probably tomorrow's dinner; got a bit of a late start for tonight.

Christine McVie Patrick Macnee Joe McPhee

Neither do I; that's absurd. If we're talking distinct individuals rather than total attendence, I'd have trouble buying 1%.

I figure it's to give them a few delusions and dreams rather than point out their future at band camp...

Hannah....no; wait... Steve Young Cole Younger Babe

Crap. And I just spent all my money on a McMaster wrench...

Thanks for the link!

Mr. Kite Billy Shears Lovely Rita, Meter Maid

This thread reminds me of a distant cousin...

Tater Tot Casserole. Yes, it's as bad as it sounds, probably worse. Let's face it, anything that includes "cream of mushroom soup" as an ingredient ain't real cooking. It's comfort food night...

Jim Quick Wu-Tang Clan Jim Jones

Yeah, that was my thought as well. Do most people really see matches every day anymore?

He got thirty years??? Wow...

http://www.slightlywarped.com/crapfactory/...nocencelost.htm You know, I guess I was too much of a cartoon buff when I was younger, but I didn't get this at first...

So does this thing ever end, or is this like that Twilight Zone episode with William Shatner and we just keep pushing the button?

Um...I'm just looking because everyone else is.

A Scotsman on a horse Mrs. Premise Mrs. Conclusion

Yeah, that was some seriously disturbed shit. You could probably run your fingers through your hair and leave fingerprints.

Exactly. Back when there were only three choices, and the commericals ran on all three, you really got inundated with these people. And, by comparison, well, I never thought I'd say Mr. Whipple had class, but... And the rotisserie was late in Popiel's run as I remember. There was the vegamatic, the pocket fisherman (stop snickering; it wasn't for that!) and a host of other products over the years. A partial list of his products is here. In addition, he wasn't just a salesman; he was the Thomas Edison of TV schlock. I don't know if he personally invented these things, but the public was certainly led to believe that he was (much as the public was led to believe that Edison created all of his inventions). Billy Mays didn't even invent yelling.

I thought cannellini was a noodle...

No help here; I've never heard the Conn. But that's one hell of an album!

Looks like it ended with no buyer. Shocking!

From the article: "...a pop culture fixture..." Really? I mean, come on; this guy wasn't even on the level of Madge (you're soaking in it) or Ron Popeil. This was basically a carnival barker with a television camera. What's the big deal?

Wow, what a shot! Congrats.