While flipping through a "stack" of scans of old Famous Monsters of Filmland magazines, I noticed that I was spending the most time ogling at the beautiful hand lettering, and staring at these freaky old mail-order ads at the back of the mags.
It's not a projector. It's a Magnajector!
39 cents postage? That's an 80% shipping charge!
Can you take it when you
plunge this needle into your victim's arms?
It's all good keen fun.
plunge this needle into your victim's arms?
It's all good keen fun.
Okay...So does the ring sound like a police car,
or like the cry of the werewolf? Sheesh!
or like the cry of the werewolf? Sheesh!
Who else wants a live monkey?
