johnny dollar's vault resides in the basement of stately dollar maisonTM, amongst the wine cellar, tiki bar, and finicky electrical panel. from time to time i will unearth various artifacts from either there or from the random crevices of my mind.
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to recap, this is at cabin john regional park in bethesda maryland. i am amazed that this piece of kitch still survived after over 30 years ~ i would figure the good taste police in upscale monkey county would have vetted him years ago.
yesterday i got a carvel ice cream fudgie the whale coz i was a good boy and passed an important exam. fudgie!!!
if you grew up between about new york and maryland, you will probably be acquainted with carvel ice cream store commercials. the original founder and owner insisted on narrating his commercials, and subsequently entered the classic lexicon of low-budget classicly awful advertisments. the fellow sounded like he was an alcoholic and smoked five packs a day. pretty heady stuff for a sheletered suburban lad.
the following ad does not contain fudgie, but it does have COOKIE PUSS! the lol thing is that carvel has about two shapes for their ice cream cakes - it's just the icing that differentiates them.