Monday, January 5, 2009

The Yvonne De Carlo spot.

Well it's off to the show, and I will leave you in Lily Munster. Yes that is Yvonne De Carlo in her Slave Girl of Gor days.
And please don't tell me this looks exactly like your mom!
Enjoy you perverts.
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10 comments:

Asante Samuel said...

Tell me I can't be the first person to notice that you can't spell Titus without Tits! I depress myself.

January 5, 2009 at 3:12 PM
blake said...

Hey, we're coming up on the second anniversary of Yvonne De Carlo's death.

She died in Woodland Hills, which is where I grew up, and where most of the B-list goes to die.

Curiously enough, IMDB lets you browse a location for place-of-birth, but hides the place-of-death link. It exists though:

People who have died in Woodland Hills.

Thousands. We're like the graveyard of broken dreams. Or of broken bodies after the broken dreams....

January 5, 2009 at 3:51 PM
ricpic said...

They say when you get older you can take the little setbacks in stride better than you could as a youngun. Not so. At least in my case. I lost my glasses today. This is a regular occurrence. This time, to top it off I can't figure how it happened. I've gone over my day step by step and there's no way I could've lost my glasses. But I did. And it kills me.

Sorry Yvonne, I had to vent.

January 5, 2009 at 6:44 PM
Darcy said...

Aww...ricpic. Hope you find them.

That's very interesting, blake.

January 5, 2009 at 7:20 PM
Darcy said...

Oh, blake. Just read your comment on the Travolta thread @ Althouse.

Bless you.

January 5, 2009 at 7:28 PM
Trooper York said...

I recently had to start wearing reading glasses. Not perscription ones, just the kind you get at the drugstore for twenty bucks. So last year when we went to the trade show I ordered a dozen pairs from the sunglass company that sold "readers." Now I have one on every desk and in every coat and briefcase I have so I never am without a pair. It's the only way to fly.

January 5, 2009 at 7:54 PM
chickelit said...

She's obviously channeling Bettie Page.

January 5, 2009 at 8:04 PM
blake said...

Thanks, Darcy.

I notice that, for some people, any occasion is an excuse to ride their hobby horses.

So I, uh, ride my hobby horse of setting them straight.

[kaff]

January 5, 2009 at 10:22 PM
Meade said...

And you do it with great aplomb, Blake.

I hope your crack over at Althouse ("Good Lord, Titus, I think I'd prefer a long dissertation on loaf-pinching.?) permanently caps that thread.

Too funny.

January 6, 2009 at 8:09 AM
Ruth Anne Adams said...

ricpic: Have you made the acquaintance of St. Anthony of Padua? He's the patron saint of lost and misplaced items. When you're looking for something, say "Tony, Tony, turn around. Something's lost that must be found." And, when you find it, you have to say aloud, "Thank you St. Anthony!" And laugh. He's a funny saint.

January 6, 2009 at 10:40 AM

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