karen, barin' and sharin'

its been a while since i paid tribute to my beloved, sudsy and sexy playboy girls. and i thought i'd already posted this girl's ...spread, but apparently not. now, i remember this centerfold distinctly from my childhood. such a pretty face... and hey, let's be honest... such fascinating pair of huge, pretty boobies. even with my extensive knowledge of paper-bound playmates back then, i realized miss price was a bunny with... 'a little something extra.' well, a LOT something extra, obviously. i have memories of laying her pictorial out on my florid summertime hardwood floor. i remember sitting close, my chin in my hands, just gazing at her. it might go without saying that i wanted a body like that. now, being older, of course i realize a girl with miss price's measurments probably endured more hardship than a little girl like me could've known at the time... like finding clothes that fit, or even finding a comfortable sleeping posistion. but back then, to me, she was like a great curvaceous silvery fairy... and i wanted her as much as i wanted to be her. thanks, miss price. (click to... oh yeahhh! ... enlarge)

not-so-cool rider

okay, i realize this is kind of mean, but after i found this comparison shot during a pearldive, i simply couldn't resist. now, i've never made a secret out of that i dig the movie 'grease 2.' and i also won't lie if you ask me if i thought maxwell-as-michael-carrington is cute; because i'll freely admit that i think he IS. all that being said, this side-by-side shot is pretty hilarious. i mean, he used to me every croozin' 80's gay guy's wet british blow-wave dream... and now, i don't think he's gonna be modeling any leather-pouch underwear. and, i'm not gonna say too much more, because god knows i hope MY looks hold up. but yeah, lookin' like that, out on the prowl for some twink meat, i can't imagine that hairline makes him 'mr. hard-to-resist.' i wonder if he has to like, remember to mention he was in Grease II in the first ten minutes of any sex-prospect? oh well, god bless him. (oh, and just in case 'Grease II' wasn't enough of a notch in his cinematic belt, you may remember he ALSO played the rich twit love rival in the dramatic 80's classic that is... 'Electric Dreams.')

groovy old books!

yeah, i love groovy old books. i remember the public library in my hometown before they moved into the hulking, weird, antiseptic new building. one of my favorite places to scope on groovy older paperback books was in the several vertical rotating 'Young Adults' section, which was downstairs. you walked down this hall from the main desk, and you were at the top of a groovy unwalled staircase, at the top of like, a thirty-five foot drop, looking down onto a glorious enormous pit of people and seating and books. that was probably my favorite view in that place; looking down from that staircase on a rainy day, with the skies gray and drizzly through the windows to the left of the checkout desk. you could always see plants there, growing in some kind of alleyway-slash-terrarium. there, in those young adult racks, you could find the goriest ghost stories, the most compelling 'afterschool-special'-fied books about teenagers with problems, all the music 'fan books,' and other cool novels. that was also where all the holy and hilarious MAD digests were kept. man, it sucks-serious that that building doesn't exist anymore. i only hope the majority of those books eventually landed in the hands of those that appreciated them. man, i miss those days... and i really, really, really miss that building.

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barry gibb and olivia!

um, at first, this looks like a duet... but you don't have to look too closely to see this is actually a quartet. yes, quite clearly, barry's denim-faded ball-sacs are intent on making this a foursome. and yeah, i guess it would be too easy to say something about; '...hey, no wonder his voice was so high!' i mean, damn... how can there be any blood making it up to his brain? like, trust me, i didn't retouch this one at all. and you know, when i look at a pitcture like this, i can't help but realize... like, this singing gig wasn't the only thing barry did that evening. like he had to get dressed, fix his hair, grab his keys, and leave the house. didn't he pass a full-length mirror before he set out that night? how could he have checked himself out and NOT thought, '...wow, you can really see my balls through these jeans... hey, maybe i should wear something... i dunno, less testicle-revealing?' did he wanna look practically nude-in-the-clothes? hey, maybe it was just the 'style' back then. like girls being super-braless and not caring. anyway, i thought it kind of had to be seen to be believed. (click to enlarge)

parisian barbie!

yes, its parisian barbie! i had her when i was a kid. she was great, she had a great face, and a great pink can-can outfit. i apologize for letting the planet slip in the last week. i got a case of 'facebook-fever.' but i don't want the planet to fizzle out. so let this great barbie be a peace offering. dig her, and know that there'll be more of the planet very soon. i love you all.