All right, folks, it's back to active blogging! Here's something I found in the men's restroom of a respectable family restaurant in the Four Corners region of Colorado:
Actually, it was my brother who spotted it and told me I should go have a look. It appears someone was less than enchanted by the "Super Studded" selection!
Showing posts with label latex novelty dispensers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label latex novelty dispensers. Show all posts
Wednesday, August 13, 2014
Tuesday, July 3, 2012
Jimmy Bob Teeth
In case you've been wondering what hillbilly stereotypes are held by Chinese manufacturers of novelty teeth intended for sale in American truckstop vending machines, here's an example.
They're Jimmy-Bob Teeth! "LIKE ONES SEEN ON TV!"
Truth to tell, I'm not sure if Jimmy-Bob is supposed to be a hillbilly with meth mouth or some sort of supernatural creature, given those vampire ears.
They were only fifty cents! What was wrong with me that night that I would pass up such a thing?
Truth to tell, I'm not sure if Jimmy-Bob is supposed to be a hillbilly with meth mouth or some sort of supernatural creature, given those vampire ears.
They were only fifty cents! What was wrong with me that night that I would pass up such a thing?
Friday, August 6, 2010
A Nostalgic Latex-Novelty Related Anecdote

From a very old friend who wishes, understandably, to remain anonymous, a remembrance called forth from the past by the Proustian madeleine of my recent Novelty Dispenser posting:
"In 1971, when I was a naive 9 year old, I bought a "French tickler" from a dispenser, thinking it was some kind of novelty candy. Boy, was I disappointed--and bewildered. I mean, what a ripoff for 25 cents. But it had to have SOME purpose, right? So I kept it and put it in my sock drawer, until I could discern its purpose. Over the next few weeks, my father's suspicions were aroused when he realized I was asking a lot of pointed questions of people, including his parents when they came for a visit ("Gramma, do you know what a French tickler is?"). Finally, my dad asked to see what I was talking about.
He asked where I'd gotten it, gave some lame explanation of its purpose (so lame even a naive 9 year old could tell it was bullshit), then took it from me, saying that it was something a young boy shouldn't have.
Imagine my disappointment when I discovered it a few days later while emptying the trash. It was all stretched out and wet. I couldn't understand why he would have lied to me just so he could use it (whatever that use was)--all he had to do was ask me!"
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