Antics of that sort were de rigeur back in the Dark Ages of my early career years. These days, there would be DNA swabs taken and prosecutions initiated. Very glad to be retired.
To paraphrase P.J. O’Rourke–“I have no problem discerning ‘right’ from ‘wrong’. Where I trip up is in telling ‘Wrong’ from ‘Fun’.”
Thanks for the Unilever link. Mostly look like European or beyond. I found a few “minors that we can easily avoid. I am guessing that they found a few new victims to scarf up due to the Corruptocrat shut-downs. I’ll have to watch the fine print on the labels.
Well, at least the black thigh highs with the red hearts up the back are still there
October 29, 2021 at 4:34 am
steveb919
Criminal Disobedience
Somewhere, somehow, it was determined that we needed a law for this: In Rhode Island, no person may bite off another’s limbs.
In Utah, alcohol may not be sold during an emergency—which is often when you need it the most.
There is nuthin’ like a good gum-job, but even so, in Vermont, women must obtain written permission from their husbands to wear false teeth.
OK, Washington is obviously just looking for attention. Apparently, there is a law there that specifies that X-rays may not be used to fit shoes.
In West Virginia, a person may not hold public office if he or she has ever participated in a duel. (And certainly not the loser, although Chicago is a different story.)
The “Dairy State” takes its shit seriously. In Wisconsin, margarine may not be substituted for butter in restaurants unless it is requested by the customer.
Why, oh why, Wyoming? Junk dealers may not make any business transactions with drunk persons. I guess I won’t be buying anything there.
The Feds Will Get You For The Following:
You cannot mail the metallic spurs that are used for weapons in cockfighting; however, you may ship live, unarmed, day-old poultry.
Milling a miniature spoon could land you in jail according to a federal law that makes it is illegal to manufacture drug paraphernalia.
This one bites! Injurious animals such as a mongoose cannot be mailed.
Makes cents: It is illegal to mutilate a coin.
In Chicago, it has always been a crime to put ketchup on a hot dog, but it actually is a federal crime to sell ketchup that is too runny.
Tag, you’re it! There really is a federal law that prohibits the removal of mattress tags, and furthermore, no one anywhere has the slightest idea why this is illegal.
I remember that machine, it was in the Buster Brown shoe store.
My sister INSISTED the pretty new shoes she wanted fit.
Her feet were xrayed and the Manager said she needed to get Women’s shoes for those with flat feet.
October 29, 2021 at 10:11 pm
Norm
BTDT. My Dad’s favorite shoe store had an X-Ray machine. The sales guy did an admirably short exposure. The shoes fit. We (my Dad) bought them and we left.
October 29, 2021 at 9:33 am
interventor
The federal tag law refers to the maker and seller, not the eventual owner. Some mattress stuffings were found to be allergens.
Oleomargine (oleo to me) was originally sold in one pound blocks of sickly looking dead white gunk. The manufacturer included a packet of yellow powder the kneed into it to make it look like butter. Wisconsin (the butter state) outlawed the colored stuff
I was fitted for shoes as a lad using one of those X-ray machines. You could look down and see your X-rayed feet.
Regarding those tags, it was a fad in the ‘50s to drive down to TJ for tuck-and-roll upholstery; you stayed with the car to ensure the “rolls” were properly filled. No content tags down there.
Watch Him! Sounds like he is going to go for the fence to get what he wants. He sounds “smart” in a “dumb” sort of way. Unpredictable, that. That new”filly” has him all stoked. He has no idea of what is out in the darkness.
Thanks, JTC. My first “Harley” was a basket-job ‘60s 125cc Hummer. Could only reach 35mph against Kalifs high-desert headwinds. . Sad years forHarley. There is no mistaking the signature sound of today’s injected monster engine. My last Harleys were 2 FXDB Street Bobs mine black and chrome; my wife’s was a custom Kenny Reynold’s beauty (she refused to ride backseat any longer)
October 29, 2021 at 10:22 pm
Kafiroon
In 72, I once pulled up next to a newer-looking Harly late at night. Dude sneered at the Rice Rocket.
So I asked him how big of a head start did he want with that bowling ball. The light changed, I waited, he slowly started off and I got tired of waiting and opened up to disappear down the road from him.
Fun days.
October 30, 2021 at 10:14 am
madCat
Mid 70s I took my ‘75 Triumph 3-banger to Tokyo for 3years. Rode their very twisty roads; I left Honda 750s in my mirror while scraping both pegs. Wild days The 4s ate my lunch on straightaways but their suspensions sucked on curves.
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So, umm…got any of those copies left lying around?
I mean, when the original is a cartoon, my copy will actually *be* a duplicate right? 🙂
She was sitting on a 3-D printer … right? Right?!?
Antics of that sort were de rigeur back in the Dark Ages of my early career years. These days, there would be DNA swabs taken and prosecutions initiated. Very glad to be retired.
To paraphrase P.J. O’Rourke–“I have no problem discerning ‘right’ from ‘wrong’. Where I trip up is in telling ‘Wrong’ from ‘Fun’.”
Love P.J. Thanks for quoting him. Parliament of Whores is a wonderful read.
Thanks for the Unilever link. Mostly look like European or beyond. I found a few “minors that we can easily avoid. I am guessing that they found a few new victims to scarf up due to the Corruptocrat shut-downs. I’ll have to watch the fine print on the labels.
So Sam must have been in her 20’s then?
And as I recall Jan would have been at this office party playing dress-up/down too? Man don’t you know that was something.
I better check my stockings drawer
“Please …. Allow me!” *SNORT*
Well, at least the black thigh highs with the red hearts up the back are still there
Criminal Disobedience
Somewhere, somehow, it was determined that we needed a law for this: In Rhode Island, no person may bite off another’s limbs.
In Utah, alcohol may not be sold during an emergency—which is often when you need it the most.
There is nuthin’ like a good gum-job, but even so, in Vermont, women must obtain written permission from their husbands to wear false teeth.
OK, Washington is obviously just looking for attention. Apparently, there is a law there that specifies that X-rays may not be used to fit shoes.
In West Virginia, a person may not hold public office if he or she has ever participated in a duel. (And certainly not the loser, although Chicago is a different story.)
The “Dairy State” takes its shit seriously. In Wisconsin, margarine may not be substituted for butter in restaurants unless it is requested by the customer.
Why, oh why, Wyoming? Junk dealers may not make any business transactions with drunk persons. I guess I won’t be buying anything there.
The Feds Will Get You For The Following:
You cannot mail the metallic spurs that are used for weapons in cockfighting; however, you may ship live, unarmed, day-old poultry.
Milling a miniature spoon could land you in jail according to a federal law that makes it is illegal to manufacture drug paraphernalia.
This one bites! Injurious animals such as a mongoose cannot be mailed.
Makes cents: It is illegal to mutilate a coin.
In Chicago, it has always been a crime to put ketchup on a hot dog, but it actually is a federal crime to sell ketchup that is too runny.
Tag, you’re it! There really is a federal law that prohibits the removal of mattress tags, and furthermore, no one anywhere has the slightest idea why this is illegal.
That Washington law resulted from one of the most dangerous “marketing ideas” of the 20th Century;
https://spectrum.ieee.org/when-xrays-were-all-the-rage-a-trip-to-the-shoe-store-was-dangerously-illuminating
Some seemingly bizarre laws actually make sense.
clear ether
eon
I remember that machine, it was in the Buster Brown shoe store.
My sister INSISTED the pretty new shoes she wanted fit.
Her feet were xrayed and the Manager said she needed to get Women’s shoes for those with flat feet.
BTDT. My Dad’s favorite shoe store had an X-Ray machine. The sales guy did an admirably short exposure. The shoes fit. We (my Dad) bought them and we left.
The federal tag law refers to the maker and seller, not the eventual owner. Some mattress stuffings were found to be allergens.
Oleomargine (oleo to me) was originally sold in one pound blocks of sickly looking dead white gunk. The manufacturer included a packet of yellow powder the kneed into it to make it look like butter. Wisconsin (the butter state) outlawed the colored stuff
I was fitted for shoes as a lad using one of those X-ray machines. You could look down and see your X-rayed feet.
Regarding those tags, it was a fad in the ‘50s to drive down to TJ for tuck-and-roll upholstery; you stayed with the car to ensure the “rolls” were properly filled. No content tags down there.
Watch Him! Sounds like he is going to go for the fence to get what he wants. He sounds “smart” in a “dumb” sort of way. Unpredictable, that. That new”filly” has him all stoked. He has no idea of what is out in the darkness.
Dah-yum! Them legs!
Last panel…..Same thing is said about Harleys, Zed.
In the ‘70’s the ricers ate HD’s lunch and dinner, directly leading to Harley being bought back from the Italians and re-creating an American icon.
https://www.lowbrowcustoms.com/blogs/events-features/harley-davidson-amf-years
Thanks, JTC. My first “Harley” was a basket-job ‘60s 125cc Hummer. Could only reach 35mph against Kalifs high-desert headwinds. . Sad years forHarley. There is no mistaking the signature sound of today’s injected monster engine. My last Harleys were 2 FXDB Street Bobs mine black and chrome; my wife’s was a custom Kenny Reynold’s beauty (she refused to ride backseat any longer)
In 72, I once pulled up next to a newer-looking Harly late at night. Dude sneered at the Rice Rocket.
So I asked him how big of a head start did he want with that bowling ball. The light changed, I waited, he slowly started off and I got tired of waiting and opened up to disappear down the road from him.
Fun days.
Mid 70s I took my ‘75 Triumph 3-banger to Tokyo for 3years. Rode their very twisty roads; I left Honda 750s in my mirror while scraping both pegs. Wild days The 4s ate my lunch on straightaways but their suspensions sucked on curves.
Oh my Goodness
https://vimeo.com/640249411
Sam sporting the Magenta garb. What’s not to love.
Take a jump to the left…..
https://youtu.be/NKJpajpZ0_Q