The Late Mr. Biskit modeling with Item #5…
The SYW-intro countdown of items that weren’t a big deal in 1998 that are now uber popular like the bee’s knees continues on with the #5 entry… couch pillows! Seriously, what the fuck? Aren’t sofas supposed to be comfy enough without having to add bulgy, stuffed fabric squares all over it? This is another item I’m not even sure we sold ten years ago, let alone 23… yet we have an entire walls of these things for sale in both the home decor and lawn & garden areas. You can get them in plain colors, with designs, animal prints, with inspirational sayings, and for a while, the really hot item was a sparkly design that changed sparkly colors if you ruffled the fabric…
And on the subject of pillows in general… we sell so many bed pillows that I swear some people change them out every damn night! Imagine a landfill full of barely used pillows…. it’s enough to make Al Gore shed a tear from the comfort of his luxury motor home…
Hope the garbage man doesn’t get a hernia chucking all these…
Alright, it’s now officially Share Your World time! Questions, as always, by Melanie…
The world is my pillow!
What’s the worst commercial you’ve seen (or heard)? Why was it so bad?
God, I haven’t watched TV in years. Of course, I did back in the day… and those of you who have been around long enough may remember I had a semi-regular feature that poked fun at a lot of the famous and cheesy ads from the past. In perusing that list, it’s hard to pick just one….. but for pure “what were they thinking?” dreck, I’ll pick the most recent entry in that series which I posted three years ago of a compilation album of 80’s music sold in the 90’s that was titled “Punk.” Watch it, and try to keep in mind that this is supposed to be an album of PUNK music…
Do I even have to describe why it’s so bad?
Punk music’s totally hip to be square!
What takes a lot of time but is totally worth it?
Painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel. Yeah, it took me forever, but it was totally worth it…
Getting paid to draw dicks in church? You can’t beat that!
Have you ever smiled at a stranger and then wished you hadn’t? Why or why not?
Yeah, the guy who took my school photos every year. I regretted the result every time…
Plus he kept making my Mom pay for the broken camera…
No, that’s not really me. I’m not that handsome…
What do you think is the nastiest tasting food?
I don’t know if this is a recycled question or not, but this image is definitely recycled…
And they’ve been recycled and regifted every Halloween since 1984…
GRATITUDE SECTION:
More like a bonus…. the Squirrel Children dressed up as those nasty black and orange wrapped candies, taken from the Shelf Critter Theatre episode “Come As You Aren’t“…
Don’t they look adorable? No wonder their mother hates them…
Evil Squirrel's Nest 
Wow, I think I actually remember that commercial!! So kewl duuude 🤘
A lot of those compilation album commercials were bad, but I don’t think one was more misleading than “PUNK” having no punk music!
oh beavis and butthead are back and do punk commercials? good to know ;O)
I think these two are even stupider than Beavis and Butthead…
Yes, they do look adorbs Evil!!!
And I’m right with you on that Halloween candy, those were peanut butter flavored if I remember correctly. BUT, there were also some orange flavored ones as well, disguised as those black and orange monstrosities. Those actually tasted good, that’s probably because I’m not a fan of peanut butter.
I love that pic, “The World Is My Pillow”….Charlie seems to think so.
Yeah, they were some kind of peanut butter kisses or something. But I swear, every third house gave those things out back in the 80’s (When a lot of people still gave out Halloween candy rather than hide in dark houses)… and it was the one thing neither me nor my sisters ever had to worry about each other raiding from our bags, because they were universally despised by us!
Thanks, Bill for Sharing Your World! You’ll notice, in that fine art that graces a ceiling of a big church somewhere that I’ll never be, and therefore never get to see (good job on staying in the lines too! Kudos!) that God is wearing a cloth over his loin area. Even Michael didn’t go there, there might have been smiting…
I love the black and orange candy, but could not find any taffy type candy last year, at all. I moaned about that horror too, and it came around again at Christmas time. The Grinch really did steal Christmas last year (he stole EVERYTHING, that bastard!) But I realize that retro candies of the 70s and 80s isn’t everyone’s bag of incipient diabetes… Mr. Biskit was a beautiful kitty and I’m sure Ody misses him. I find Ziggy looking a bit mournful now and then, and wonder if he’s missing Pudge. They live on in our hearts (and yeah that was uber mushy. Sorry dude). Have a great weekend!
I’m sure God isn’t one of those people who goes around getting into dick wagging contests with other gods. But that sorry ass appendage he gave Adam in Mikey’s work… well, it’s either a miracle that we’re all here, or Viagra’s been around a lot longer than we think!
Hey, it doesn’t get any more punk than Erasure, Eurythmics and Culture Club…
Boy George would fit in perfectly at an anarchy riot…
I remember that commercial too – and others like it which claim to be “collections” of various genres of music but in my mind TOTALLY aren’t! Whoever puts those together must be a heavy drinker. As for the pillow-rama…..someone told me you’re supposed to get a new bed pillow every couple of years. Try telling my hubby that – his is over 30 years old and he practically screams when I suggest he get a new one. Heaven only knows what’s growing inside that thing by now! (speaking of the pillow – not my husband)
Pam
Your hubby must be like me and won’t quit using anything until it’s completely worn! I’ve only changed my pillow once in the 12 years I’ve lived here… and that was last year when I was trying to de-flea the house and changed out all of the bedding.
🤔 To think I always said I didn’t like punk music. Clearly I got it wrong according to those gum-chewing Colorado Springs folks.