That’s a restored 1967 Chevy Camaro SS.  If you don’t find that sexy, then you’re an idiot.

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Getting Down To Brass Tacks

It’s been a weird coupla weeks.  I have no idea where this edition of (not so) Sexy Friday will go.  No shit.  I don’t really much care either.

Truth Hurts.

But you can rest assured I’ll hear about it later from someone out there.

Frankly, I’m pretty damned tired of hearing drive by comments about TGISF (and sometimes even me personally) with no constructive feedback for what you people really do want.  Which is the whole point of the rest of this, just so you know.  If you don’t like it, tell me why.  If you can’t do that, then just STFU and change the fucking channel already.

(Huge thanks to YeahRight for actually telling me something constructive, something no one else has had the balls to do until now)

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This Was Not Supposed To Happen

For various reasons, the future format of TGISF is in question.

Yet….here we are this week.  And I’ll be the one to catch hell for it.  And that’s fine, actually.  Again, I don’t really much care anymore.

The Pimp of DFO (that’s me btw)…. has no fucks left to give.

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A Time For Change

The 60s were a time of great….well….let’s call it “instability”.  But both in a good and bad way.  There were a lot of gray areas and a lot of conflict.

But with conflict comes change.  It can be good change if people are at least somewhat conscientious and have enough backbone to stand up for what they believe.  Even when everyone else around them disagrees.  ESPECIALLY when everyone else around them disagrees, actually.

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Be Careful What You Ask For

This song was written by Sam Cooke and originally recorded by him in 1964.  It’s obviously a product of a very socially/emotionally trying time.  A time which was in flux in many ways.  How do you think Sam Cooke would have replied if his producer had said….”Hey Sam, sorry, but we think you’re crossing the line here.”

I’d like to think Sam would have told them to fuck off.  But given the time, socially speaking, I doubt he would have.  It makes me sad to think he might not have felt comfortable doing exactly that, if that’s how he felt.

But that above version?  Aretha Franklin, 1967.  The times then were of course still plenty unsettled enough, tho.  The song has been covered a shitload more times since then, however.  If you’ve never heard this song before, well…..I feel badly for you.

Things are always changing.  It was true then.  It’s true now.  More than you know.

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Prepare Your Anus, Things ‘Bout To Get Weird

1967

tWBS was a literal WeeBaby of 0-1 year old, depending upon the time of year (December, 1966 baby).  So, what happened before tWBS turned one year old? Let’s have a look….

More music later if I feel like it.

I probably will, FWIW.

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What About TV?????

Oh fuck, I thought you’d never ask!!!!

Did you know that Superb Owl I (January 15, 1967) wasn’t even called that until AFTER the fucking game was over?  Talk about your revisionist history.  But yeah, Green Bay beat the fuck out of  Kansas City in that one, 35-10.  It was NOT a good game.  But that didn’t stop the media and the NFL from figuring out a way how to lie about that (so at least some things don’t change, eh?).  Origin stories for the fucking win, huh?  The Packers were a fucking 14 point favorite and still ended up beating the spread by 11.  Does that sound like a good game to you?????

Super? Yeah, OK. The Coliseum has rarely been victim to any worse spectacle than this one. See all those empty seats back there? I bet there’s NFL execs even now who regret not being able to retroactively sell those for a coupla grand apiece.

OK, but fuck sports.  What else was on that year?

Yep, your beloved Star Trek, possibly the worst show ever in the history of mankind, was going hot and heavy…

I apologize in advance if you’re an idiot Trekkie, but this is just fucking pitiful.  Wait, fuck you, no I don’t apologize.  If you think this is good writing or good acting, you’re a fucking douchenozzle.

But the show did have its merits.  Remember this lovely lady?

Well she was the only good thing about that show.  I don’t care if you don’t agree.

And even now, at the age of 84 AND after a stroke, she’s still a pretty damned beautiful lady, IMHO…

So what else?

Oh right, that literary bastion, Gunsmoke, was still hanging on by a thread.  Wait, did I say by a thread?  That fucking shitshow would hang on for eight MORE fucking years….20 in total (not including nine on the radio before that).  Holy shit, how did that show even get on the fucking air, let alone last as long as it did?

Fuck you, Miss Kitty.  No, I’m actually serious now, I would have….she was really fucking hot.  When the show first fucking started…

20 years later…..?

Well fine, OK….she was still pretty hot, all things considered.  But you get my point goddammit!!!!!

Moving on…..

I Dream of Fucking Jeannie had been on a coupla years by then and was a household staple.  Major Nelson was a tool, who would later go on to be an even bigger tool in Texas (JR?  Dallas?  Come on people…keep up FFS), while Major Healey was….well, he was a pussy, more or less.  Dr. Bellows was a little dickhead pencil pusher, of course.  But Jeannie?

Oh my yes….Barbara Eden.  Hells Yeahs.  Now we got our Sexy going (plus she had an evil sister….see?  You forgot that, didn’t you??)

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SL0zsIKLL-o

I like the bitch sister better, if I’m being honest.  I bet she’d do butt stuff.  A chick who would do butt stuff wasn’t easy to come by in the 60s.  Plus she’s like a Jeannie and shit, so after doing butt stuff, she could just blink and make a beer and a burger appear.  Tell me that’s not awesome!!!!!!

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1967 Musical Interlude?

Bet your sorry asses!!!!!!!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=deB_u-to-IE

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Gratuitous Profanity In The Body Of The Text?

It’s almost as if you fucking asshead people don’t know me.

Remember back when you couldn’t say shit (literally and figuratively) on TV?

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So This Was Weird Tonight, Right?

And yet….it’s about to get worse.

What else was popular back then?  Pubic Hair.

Yep, you heard me right.  Tending the garden was much less of a concern back then.  Why?  Fuck if I know?  I mean a pubic hair caught between your teeth was just as annoying then as it is now, I’d presume.  I mean, when you’re “down there”, really giving her the business so to speak, but then have to pause for clean up?  Very annoying.

If one wishes to play Croquet, one should keep the lawn tended.  Just saying.

But bushy was beautiful back then.

Artist’s Rendering….

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Well I’ve Probably Pissed Enough People Off For One Week

Aaaaand…..I need a drink, anyway.

Here, have a few more 1967 songs.

More Aretha?  Fuck Yes!!!!!

Have a great weekend, folks.

Feel free to yell at me in the comments.  But be aware that if you don’t yell constructively, I might yell back.

Still Love ya’s tho.

(Probably)

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