No one seems to notice, of course; why, it's Ten PM.

One of the things that most cheers me up is James Lilek's Gallery of Regrettable Food. He's some guy who collects old 60s cookbooks, including the ones put out by Jello and Heinz etc; he's posted the most revolting or funny pictures, always accompanied by his hilarious narration. A coworker and I discovered the book version one night at work and lost at least half an hour in the manager's office, tears pouring down our faces. I gave it to her (many years later) as a wedding present.

Here's a page from one of my faves, but do check out the website.

 

Freud never had to ask what men want. Men want liquor. They want a pistachio cordial that matches their ties, matches the coffee cups, and matches the salad and the relish. AVOCADO GREEN, the rutting stags demand.

To remind them they're men, make sure to embed a batch of wriggling, erect weiners in a sea of beans.

According to the illustration above, it was not unusual in the 50s for a party to include a friend who lacked a body. No one seems to notice, of course; why, it's Ten PM.

But what are the kids doing? Read on.

 

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