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😂 These are mind-boggling –and who knew there was a Fifth Season??
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So much fun! Thanks for sharing.
I remember the “jumpsuit” craze. I even have a photo of my father wearing one. 😀 He thought they were great for long distance driving.
And the Chuck Norris jeans. 🙂
Something very sad happened on the way from the ’40s to the ’70s.
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SOme things you just want to forget… pantsuits and onesies are some of those things.
Super awesome Chuck Norris jeans😂
That Wrangler ad is hilarious. You’d have to be color-blind to wear those plaid pants, especially with the jacket in the same loud plaid. I remember Garanimals, that had color coordinated pieces for kids, this looks like Garanimals for grown-ups.
So it does. Color blindness is fairly common among men, or so I’m told, and when you look at the way some guys dress, it explains a few things.
Okay … Sunday funnies AND Advertisements from long, long ago (and a few others).
The above comment is disjoined, but I hope you infer the meaning.
I do. Thanks. 🙂
The 70s really were a low point for men’s fashion! And is it a coincidence that the Chuck Norris action jeans are next to the picture of Bob’s brother-in-law Vinnie executing the same move?
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Pure coincidence — I didn’t even notice it until you pointed it out! 🙂
Oh yeah, baby! One easy piece. Woof!!
Love these! ❤
Bring back the ditto dots! 😀
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I don’t want any yes-men around me. I want everybody to tell me the truth even if it costs them their jobs.
Teach your child to be polite and courteous, and when he grows up he’ll never be able to merge his car onto the freeway.
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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