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When I first got this I laughed so hard I cried! What's even funnier is that I'm from that era, so I could relate all that much more. Now myself along with millions of other guys back then had the 3 inch high white belt...only I think that the white ones were more like 2-1/2 inches high. But hey, back then? Who was counting?
I'm going to keep the comments as I got them verbatim...
Last weekend I was putting in a ceiling fan for my wife's grandfather. While my wife's brother and I were fitting the fan in between the joists we found something, what we found was this:
A J.C. Penney catalog from 1977. It's not often that blog fodder just falls in my life...but holy hell this was two solid inches of it, right there for the taking.
I thumbed through it quickly and there was my next dining room set, which is apparently made by sticking upholstery to old barrels:
Also, I'm totally getting this for my bathroom.
There's plenty more home furnishings where that came from, however I'm not going to bore you with that. Instead, I'm going to bore you with something else. The clothes.
The clothes are fantastic!
Here's how to get your ass kicked in elementary school.
Just look at the belt. It's like a boob-job for your pants. He probably needed help just to lift it into place. The belt loops have to be 3 inches long. And way to pull them up to your armpits, grandpa.
Here's how to get your ass kicked in high school:
The kid looks like he's pretending to be David Soul, who is pretending to be a cop who is pretending to be a pimp that everyone knows is really an undercover cop. Who is pretending to be 15.
Here's how to get your ass kicked on the golf course:
This "all purpose jumpsuit" is, according to the description, equally appropriate for playing golf or simply relaxing around the house. Personally, I can't see wearing this unless you happen to be relaxing around "your cell in D-block". Even then, the only reason you should put this on is because the warden made you, and as a one piece, it's slightly more effective as a deterrent against ass-rapery.
Here's how to get your ass kicked pretty much anywhere:
If you look at that picture quickly, it looks like Mr. Bob "no pants" Saget has his hand in the other guys pocket. In this case he doesn't, although you can tell just by looking at them that it's happened; or if it hasn't happened it will. Oh yes. It will. As soon as he puts down his matching coffee cup.
Here's how to get your ass kicked at the beach:
It looks like he's reaching for a gun, but you know it's probably just a bottle of suntan lotion in a holster.
How to get your ass kicked in a meeting:
If you wear this suit and don't sell used cars for a living, I believe you can be fined and face serious repercussions, up to and including termination. Or imprisonment, in which case you'd be forced to wear that orange jumpsuit.
How to get your ass kicked every day up to and including St. Patrick's Day:
Dear God in Heaven, I don't think that color exists anywhere in nature. There is NO excuse for wearing either of these ensembles unless you're working as a body guard for the Lucky Charms leprechaun.
In this next one, Your Search for Value Ends at Penney's.
As does your search for chest hair.
And this....seriously. No words.
Oh wait, it turns out that there are words after all. WHAT. THE. F*CK. I'm guessing the snap front gives you quick access to the chest hair. The little tie must be the pull tab.
Also judging by the sheer amount of his/her outfits, I'm guessing that in 1977 it was considered pretty stylish for couples to dress alike. This couple looks happy, don't they?
And nothing showcases your everlasting love more than the commitment of matching bathing suits.That, and a blonde girl with a look on her face that says "I love the way your junks fights against that fabric."
Then, after the lovin', you can relax in your one-piece terry cloth jumpsuit:
I could go on, but I'm tired and my eyes hurt from this little trip back in time. I think it's the colors. That said, I'll leave you with this tasteful little number:
Man, that's sexy.
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