oh, the 50s


is this poster creepy or is it just me? what are they making? wannabe cupcakes. cruel. cruiel I say.




Comments

Anonymous said…
Ecstasy?
Extispicy more like!

Mom's cherry apron is hot though.
3:12 AM
Joe said…
Better living through chemicals:

Mom's happy
Kids are happy
The pharmacist is happy

As long as dad's bourbon and newspaper is ready when he comes through the door, all is right with the world
7:03 AM
Cup said…
Looks like one of those college parties they used to throw in Athens.

Not that I ever went to one, of course.
12:39 PM
Dale said…
Cupcakes are crucial and so is Ecstasy. Quit hatin' Katie!
1:19 PM
Amy Guth said…
OMG! So funny!
2:53 AM
Ms Smack said…
Tried E twice, Loved it both times. Wouldn't try it again though. I'm chicken that if I try it again, I'd get a bad dose.
6:04 AM
Katie Schwartz said…
which mom's hercules? a milfy ma?
9:32 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
bubbsie, that's my mother's favorite saying, "better living through chemistry." are you two bonding offline?
9:33 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
of course not, beth, you're a proper lady.
9:33 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
ps: beth, I was the whore pulling a train at that fest. you might not remember my face, but I'm certain my vagina made a lasting impression.
9:34 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
daleish, you're in my box! I'm so happy. you feel very rested.

I wonder if an x-laced cupcake would hit the spot. I'd at least need a cock back or a vibrator back to fully embrace the sitch.
9:35 PM
Katie Schwartz said…
in college, I did a lot of experimental testing, too, honeygirl. cokearooney, shroomage, pot, pot and then more pot. I was never a druggie type. I always got nauseas after coming down from a high. jewey enough?!
9:36 PM
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