Greetings from the Omnigraphic Blogopticon. On view are vile sticky things dragged from the attic, snarky commentary on the world at large, and all-encompassing ennui. All that and a weird rubbery smell. A horrible time will be had by all.

Saturday, April 12, 2008

In the Merry Merry Month Of May

Was it legal in 1868 for two full-grown men to casually stroll through the park, arm in arm?

The Gazette of Fashion and Cutting Room Companion, 1868


Scott said...

I like to imagine them snuggling in each other's muttonchops.

Anonymous said...

omnigraphic blogopticon, where have you gone?