Was looking for this and was not disappointed. The Scotsman sold fairly well for the time, helping Studebaker to hang on long enough to build the Lark, which helped them hang on long enough to build the Avanti, which... well, at least they built the Avanti.

Roy Cohn or John Wayne Gacy.

Best case scenario: They get enough money out of the deal to hire a good contract killer.

The first man I ever fell in love with was exactly as you describe yourself. Couldn’t care less about the mold.

This 1950 Plymouth. To be fair, it was only 26 and I was only 15 at the time.

I seed wad you did there.

About ten years ago I had the chance to tour the old Winter Garden Theatre in Jamestown, NY shortly before it was torn down; wish I could have saved these restroom signs:

His fucking girlfriend’s madam, to be precise.

Spotted many when I didn’t have my camera, but I got some shots of this little Mexican Ford Courier that somehow snuck across the border and into L.A. a few years ago:

Maybe that’s why Alexis didn’t make TCM’s memorial either? And theirs even included Herschell Gordon Lewis.

“TINA! BRING ME THE AXE!!!”

I found a very similar story in the Chicago Tribune from way back in 1934 - seventeen-year-old kid in Detroit found trussed up with a rope harness, naked, on a piano bench in his parents’ living room; the story said the cops were unsure if it was suicide or murder, but by the description it sounded a lot like…