Reasons why 50’s men’s pulp magazines are the best magazines:
- Weasels Ripped My Flesh
- Exclusive Photo-feature: Cheesecake Model
- Cannibal Crabs Crawl To Kill
- I Was Shipwrecked On The World’s Strangest Nudist Island
- Chewed To Bits By Giant Turtles
- I Found Peru’s Untamed Tribe Of Virgins
WEASELS RIPPED MY FLESH. I wonder how many people see that and immediately think of Frank Zappa…?
I love this shit. Menaced by tigers? OK. Wolves? Fine. Elephants? Could happen. Cocoanut crabs? Bullshit! And you are one sad mofo if you get mauled by goddamn Malay pangolins. They’re teeny, shy, nocturnal and arboreal. MAYbe they could hurt you if they lost their grip on a branch and fell on you, and their scales are a bit sharp if you try to give them a cuddle, but seriously, fending them off with a gun? You could fend them off with the back of your hand.
Also, that picture of the eel? Dr Freud, paging Dr Freud. Kiester eel on line one, Dr Freud.
I want to read every last one of these.
I want to know if there is any sort of justification for these covers.
Who is this man, and how does he keep pissing off all of these animals
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does that say “sex rackets” in the 2nd one? what does that even mean?
dfkjghsdkjfghsdkj Please say there’s a torrent of scans of these things somewhere. I need these in my life.
The turtles one made me lose it.
“Can women justify their need for extra-marital relations?”
is this steve irwin
does that say “sex rackets” in the 2nd one? what does that even mean?