“Oh no, Becca, dear. Not Robert Hutchinson. I used to change his diaper and let me tell you there is not much to see in the way of trouser treats down there if you know what I mean. You know, dear, corduroy candy or boxer banana, whatever you kids are calling it these days. I mean, sure, he has a handsome face and he is a junior partner at Macon, Cash, and Overfist, but just look at those J Crew twills. Flat front as can be. You know my motto, Sweetie. If he ain’t bulging, we ain’t buying.”
Oh dear! It seems a combination of Static electricity and Aqua-Net hairspray have bonded their heads together!
You would have thunk that Becca would have had the sense to wear at least a flesh colored bra!!
Becca- I have advice for you.
Forget Robert, and pick up the phallic rock in the corner that I can’t believe everybody missed.
Just because I happen to be that rock is no reason to miss out! I have more personality than ten Bobs…
The painting behind blue dress scares me
And the “art” that you can barly see between the 2 of them…what is that fleshy looking thing?
Would that be some of the aformentioned corduroy candy?
Becca smiled at her mother indulgently and explained her intention to marry Robert whether he really wanted to or not. “Mommy dear he does come from money and that partnership is going to make both of us stinking rich in the not too distant future. And let’s face it, money may not buy love but it can be useful in attracting studmuffins at very nice bars. As you of all people should know Queen Cougar.” Mother smiled – her little girl was just as big a mercenary slut as she was.
Bobby, however was an excellant lip reader, and much w 2 beccas surprise, he left the cotillion with julio that hot bus boi
I think the print on the left is a Chagall; on the right, a de Chirico (or if not that, Miró). No idea about the one in the middle, as not enough of it is showing.
As for the date of the photograph: I’m guessing, hmm, ‘66? ‘67?
I think my mom used to watch the soap opera this is from, back in 1970. Oh…it’s not a soap? these are real people? oh, dear…
no Mom, the terms these days are slack surprise, mr.greenjeans carrot, fruit of the loom boom, under thunder, docker shocker, chino challenge or pocket rocket…when are you going to get with it, MOM? Geez oh petes!
Was that Bounty of the Britches or Bitches?
ehh… same thing.
I love those pop-it beads. Pearls they are. I wan dose pearls! you grab the stone dick, you snag the Chagall, blow the art gallery and I’ll pop my peals.
“You know, Becca. It’s been nearly a week now and that poor fringe-addled girl underneath us hasn’t moved an inch. Maybe we should call somebody or check for a pulse…”
“Trouser treats” lol