Tom: My hand was on her shoulder first. She is mine.
Anthony: No way man. We are both wearing blue and you are wearing pajamas. Why don’t you go take a nap?
Tom: They are not pajamas…this is LOUNGEwear man.
Anthony: Fine then why don’t you go LOUNGE somewhere and take your hand off my girl.
Carrie: Oh come on fellas, no need to fight over me! Lets take a picture..say cheese!
Anthony: I am not smiling until Lounge boy gets out of here.
Tom: I am not smiling either. But I do have a sinus infection so I have to have my mouth open a little. My hand on my hip shows off the killer 3/4 sleeve too. Man I dig loungewear. Perfect for getting stoned in…
Anthony: Oh NOW I get the whole LOUNGE thing…makes perfect sense now…let’s lite up.
This late 70′s ad has every cliche for the era:
The suggestion of group sex, an ashtray, mixed drink in a high-ball glass, director chair, men with hair over their ears, string bikini, stoner faces and a blond trying to channel Farrah Faucett with her feathers. You almost feel like this photo was taken on a porn set somewhere in the Valley. And I am pretty sure the guy in the blue trunks was the star and the guy in the pajamas loungewear didn’t even care.
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Oh my gosh!! That is totally funny because it is totally true!!
3/4 sleeves really turn me on. Especially the kind that bell out like that. And is the velour? MEOW!
You and me at Qiana.
And that is so funny you would work me into that post (clever, clever!) because I found some old pictures where I was a blond and had been thinking about putting them on my blog. No need for that any more! Thanks!
Both those guys are driving me. . .away.
the LOVE BOAT!! think Julie McCoy and guest star, John Davidson…
LOL those blue shorts look like stubbies…ick!
Love this ad. The best. And – oh the jealousy that I feel for Carrie.
My mom sewed my and my cousin’s junior bridesmaids dresses out of blue Quiana in 1976, for my older cousin’s wedding. Silky softness! Drove me wild.
I hate to break this to you, but Qiana is the world’s worst terrorist organization.
Also? I may be wrong — I usually am — but I think the two standing models will be driving each other wild after the shoot.
Dear Guy in Loungewear: I think I can see your junk. And if I can’t see it? I can certainly sense that it’s there.