1972
Showing posts with label 1972. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1972. Show all posts
January 27, 2012
March 6, 2011
From 1972: Why I Shall Always Refer To African-American Males As "Black Soul Brothers"
It's just cooler, that's all.
Rosey Greer and Ray Milland ARE The Thing With Two Heads!
Two trailers for this cinematic masterpiece...ribbed for your pleasure.
More power to you, brother.
Rosey Greer and Ray Milland ARE The Thing With Two Heads!
Two trailers for this cinematic masterpiece...ribbed for your pleasure.
More power to you, brother.
November 29, 2010
This PSA Is A Hell Of A Lot More Effective Than That Constipated Moralistic Nancy Reagan Nonsense
As you can see, this was aired sometime in 1972, as you see a snippet of The Price Is Right with Bob Barker. Dig the miniskirt on one of Barker's Beauties!
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November 26, 2010
From 1972: For Seventies Kids, Public Service Announcements Didn't Mess Around
I can't decide what is creepier: Jack Webb's narration or that drumroll (*shudder*).
This PSA was aired during the first commercial break on the September 4, 1972 premiere of The (New) Price is Right. The first commercial break was always taken up by either a 60-second PSA or network promo, in those days.
This PSA was aired during the first commercial break on the September 4, 1972 premiere of The (New) Price is Right. The first commercial break was always taken up by either a 60-second PSA or network promo, in those days.
June 4, 2010
March 2, 2010
From Christmas 1972: I Give Up. There Are No Words.
Take it away, Jimmy Osmond. No, really. I mean, quite literally, take it away.
This video leads me to form a new category for blog posts: Botched Abortion.
And to think, my own Mother sent me this clip, just to torment me. Because you know I am going to be singing that chorus all the goddamned day long.
This video leads me to form a new category for blog posts: Botched Abortion.
And to think, my own Mother sent me this clip, just to torment me. Because you know I am going to be singing that chorus all the goddamned day long.
May 12, 2009
The Contents Of My Wallet: $2.67, My Lucky Schlitz Bottle Cap, An Expired Costco Card, And My David Cassidy Fan Club Card
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