I will be on vacation until July 11... Look for new postings beginning July 12 Have a great week.... Don't sweat the peaty things.... and don't pet the sweaty things... mb
Spooky...ain't I? No, I'm not an ax murderer. I'm not an agent of the IRS. It just little ol' me...Michael Bynum. Don't let this gruff exterior fool you...inside my head I am having a Par-Tay! Although I do fancy this photo of me. Looks like something from the beginning of a Hammer Film. "Hello, I am your host for tonight's Fright Flick...We will be watching the classic movie....GODZILLA GETS A HAIRCUT!!!
Alley Oop...a real man. As the song says, "He could knuckle your head before you count to four." Part of my daily reading in the Funny Papers. See...we don't even call them that now. It's Comic Strip and there isn't hardly anything funny in them. I know...I know...I'm an angry ol' coot. I don't change easily. I a relic of the cold war and black and white tv. If you'd come over here, I'd get Alley Oop to put a whuppin' on you!
The Original OO7
"Wyatt Earp....Wyatt Earp.....brave, courageous and bold. Long may he live and long may he prosper and long may his story be told." Who could forget the words to Wyatt Earp? He was beyond cool carrying that special pistol whose name was even cool.....BUNTLINE SPECIAL. My brother ordered a model of the BUNTLINE SPECIAL from Gleem toothpaste. We had to use 4 or 5 tubes to get the boxtops. It came. He put it together. I snuck it out of the house to play with it. I broke it. He beat me. End of story.
Kid Food!
Back in the day, every ceral that kids loved had the word SUGAR in the name. Sugar Smacks. Sugar Frosted Flakes. Sugar Pops. You get the message. We loved it. Mom would give us 12 bowls in the morning and then turn us loose on an unsuspecting neighborhood. We were like a roving band of Commanche's looking for settlers homes to burn. Now days kids have to eat healthy. Tofu Flakes. Soy Pops. Organic Puffs. It's enough to make a grown man weep.
Beat Em' Bat!
Bat Masterson. Fancy dude. Cane, derby hat. He'd beat the pee-doodle out of you. Put a whuppin on you that would send you crying to your mama. I felt like the TV guys came up with Bat Masterson for all of those kids whose mom made them take piano and organ lessons. In an effort to boost their kiddie moral and self esteem, Ol' Bat showed 'em you could be a dude and still crack a skull along the way. You go Bat!
Rico! Youngblood! Bring The Car Around.
My Dad use to let me watch this show. Elliot Ness and the Untouchables. It was a family program with lots of love and kind words. Elliot was tagged to help others who had wandered from the path of right to see their missgivings and return. Not every one wanted to return. Maybe that is why Ol' Elliot is packing a Thompson. To be honest with you, this show was violent. TO give you an idea about me..........I loved it. It was cool x 3. Feds....car chases....bootleggers.......shooting......bombing.....throwing acid in someones face.......yeah buddy, good ol' American Etertainment for the entire family.
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