Huh? I thought Dan Quayle was retired.
Background: I was living in Norway when the beloved king died in January of 1991. I forget his name, but probably Olav. All Norwegians are required to be named Olav or Tor at birth, based on the same European law that requires all Finns to be named Pertti or Jakko, all Irishmen to be named Sean or Patrick, and all Austrians to be named Franz, without exception.
Anyway, because it was the time of the Gulf War, Bush the Elder needed to send somebody inessential to represent the USA, so Dan Quayle was dispatched to the funeral ceremonies. Perfect choice. As I recall, Quayle’s middle name was actually Inessential. Although he was somehow a hair’s-breadth from the presidency, his level of incompetence would have been seat-filler at the Oscar ceremonies.
The problem in Norway was that Quayle was inessential for a very good reason – he was dumb as a box of rocks. He attended the funeral in a tan summer suit and street shoes.
To a state funeral.
Within a few minutes in Oslo, his pants were covered with slush and he looked like a little kid who went out to play in the snow in his big boy pants, but without his boots. Plus there was the whole wacky move of wearing tan to a funeral. Talk about time for Bugs Bunny to appear and declare “what a maroon.” And that is how Norwegians probably picture Americans to this day.
(For a few weeks afterwards, we American expats were all pretending to be Canadian. It’s easy to do. Just say “oat” instead of “out,” “a boat” instead of “about,” make every sentence into a question ending with “eh?” – and apologize for everything.)
“Addressing what MLB described as a long overdue recognition, Commissioner Rob Manfred on Wednesday bestowed Major League status upon seven professional Negro Leagues that operated between 1920 and 1948. The decision means that the approximately 3,400 players of the Negro Leagues during this time period are officially considered Major Leaguers, with their stats and records becoming a part of Major League history.”
I think it is a good call, given that the top players were as good as the top players in the American and National leagues. I didn’t know that their records were documented well enough to assemble thoroughly, but I guess that the guys at Seamheads have been busy on that task.
Could be a body double, but it looks like her.
“Three friends from art school struggle to start their careers in the bizarre NYC art world, while trying to get by in life and figure themselves out.”
Pics and .gif – she looks almost lifelike.
Few people realize it, but the great Byron Nelson wore this same outfit when he won 18 tournament events (including 11 in a row) in 1945. They say that Snead and Hogan were both jealous of Lord Byron’s cute tush.
Love Island star and former soccer great
A spectacular still from Friday Foster (1975)
Apparently she has given up on combing her hair during the COVID crisis, but the body still looks good.
Elisa Echevarria Menendez in a recent episode of Invisible
It is said to include some epic nudity from Ilana Glazer.
I suppose she has worn more different bikinis than anyone in history, and yet I never get tired of looking.
Ol’ Two Lips is at it again