When Constable Farhott said that the life saving station should “look towards the heavens” he didn’t mean for it to also have barnacles on its arse.
No one in Wrigleyville Stadium was refunded their nickel when Strongman Apollon lost both his forearms in a misguided attempt to conquer the power of machines.
Bob Burman’s jalopy was left for weeks in the roadside grass. He hadn’t seen the log in the road the completely ruined the underside motor. Plus he was texting while driving. Idiot.
The Edwardian version of those little battery-powered cars my more moneyed neighbourhood friends had when we were five.
It was at this exact moment that Shelley realized she would never be able to love Frank. Not because he wasn’t a good man, or because he didn’t provide for her, but because his breath was STANK. (courtesy Barbara Levine, http://www.projectb.com/vintage_photographs)
10 miles into the great Yale-Vassar Bike Race, things got out of hand. For the record, Stan’s outfit was out of hand before they left. (via Life Magazine)
Isaac knew he was done for. He never beat his twin brother Isiah in their yearly bicycle race. Especially the countless times when the front wheel of his bicycle accidentally morphed into a gigantic Spaghetti-O (via Fixed Gear Blog).
For their Spring Fling in 1909 Zeta Beta Tau black-faced themselves as African tribesman. They got wasted and were overtly racist assholes until 4 am. Some girls from Barnard provided the syphilis.
Little Suzie liked watching things go boom. It surprised no one later in life that she was on the cutting edge of new-wave bondage porn. (via The Swedish Bed)