Before that show, I didn’t even imagine that there was any vice in Cleveland…
well, except for maybe Cleo Clifford dynamiting a few squirrels, or a couple of Grandmas making their mahjong games more interesting by betting a handful of quarters.
I went to grade school in Cleveland.. where it was Grandmas… and 5pm casserole dinners, and 7pm movie dates, home by 9:30 or Daddy wants to know why.
No such thing as dinner after the movie.
…
Illicit kibble manufacture, sales to minor pups… trafficking out-dated flea collars… lady dogs forced into harnesses and sold on the street….
Who woulda thunk it?
Stylish dog clothing and hip music?
in CLEVELAND??? I would have said you were crazy.
Just shows you what I knew.
…
I didn’t watch the show much, mostly cos I was working late, and not seeing a lot of TV…
I remember more about what I would call the side effects of it than the actual program…
Suddenly, all the most fashionable bassets, and later, imitation chic copydog humans, were wearing white jackets….
something we had associated around here with sleazy Florida types.
But even now, a white belt and white shoes is called a “full Cleveland.” Um… I think that’s related.
…
And sunglasses, too. Whoever had seen so many bassets in dark sunglasses?
Or wearing t-shirts under their suit jackets, instead of white shirts and ties… in colors like lavender and turquoise.
Here in the Northern CA land of bearded men in Pendleton shirts, and heavy socks with Teva hiking sandals… (Be quiet! Who asked you?)
…. we suddenly saw bare feet in Sperry Top-siders.
…
The music, too, was everywhere… a different sound from either the punkish rock n’ roll I listened to, or the 80’s hair bands in the clubs…
The cool sound of urban Saturday nights…
where hip bassets with two-day stubble picked up their dates in fancy sports cars.
I worked in a mall full of teenagers, still living at home, with no rent to pay.
I watched them, in their new white jackets, dropping a couple of weeks’ wages from Hot Dog On A Stick at the Sunglass Hut.
FLAMINGO TOURISTS
hohohohoooooooo
Three!! There are three!
flamingo yoga.
Love that Love Shack and the B-52s!!
Another classic by another classic group! Strangely, this song never caught on in Cairo.
Neither did Steve Martin.
Great parody. Stel!
fried chicken
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Where to begin?
Cleveland Vice.
Who knew?
Before that show, I didn’t even imagine that there was any vice in Cleveland…
well, except for maybe Cleo Clifford dynamiting a few squirrels, or a couple of Grandmas making their mahjong games more interesting by betting a handful of quarters.
I went to grade school in Cleveland.. where it was Grandmas… and 5pm casserole dinners, and 7pm movie dates, home by 9:30 or Daddy wants to know why.
No such thing as dinner after the movie.
…
Illicit kibble manufacture, sales to minor pups… trafficking out-dated flea collars… lady dogs forced into harnesses and sold on the street….
Who woulda thunk it?
Stylish dog clothing and hip music?
in CLEVELAND??? I would have said you were crazy.
Just shows you what I knew.
…
I didn’t watch the show much, mostly cos I was working late, and not seeing a lot of TV…
I remember more about what I would call the side effects of it than the actual program…
Suddenly, all the most fashionable bassets, and later, imitation chic copydog humans, were wearing white jackets….
something we had associated around here with sleazy Florida types.
But even now, a white belt and white shoes is called a “full Cleveland.” Um… I think that’s related.
…
And sunglasses, too. Whoever had seen so many bassets in dark sunglasses?
Or wearing t-shirts under their suit jackets, instead of white shirts and ties… in colors like lavender and turquoise.
Here in the Northern CA land of bearded men in Pendleton shirts, and heavy socks with Teva hiking sandals… (Be quiet! Who asked you?)
…. we suddenly saw bare feet in Sperry Top-siders.
…
The music, too, was everywhere… a different sound from either the punkish rock n’ roll I listened to, or the 80’s hair bands in the clubs…
The cool sound of urban Saturday nights…
where hip bassets with two-day stubble picked up their dates in fancy sports cars.
I worked in a mall full of teenagers, still living at home, with no rent to pay.
I watched them, in their new white jackets, dropping a couple of weeks’ wages from Hot Dog On A Stick at the Sunglass Hut.
I have to say it all felt a bit out of my league.
Skinniest bassets i have ever seen.
They spend all their money on fancy cars, plus designer sunglasses and pastel clothes.
They have nothing much left for food.
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