Skip to comments.The Stench of Honolulu: A Tropical Adventure by Jack Handey [More Lost in the 1950s]
Posted on 09/25/2013 8:32:47 AM PDT by Bender2
The Stench of Honolulu: A Tropical Adventure by Jack Handey
by Sebastien Theroux
Humorist Jack Handeys debut novel tells the delightfully absurd tale of two mens quest to find the Holy Grail of fictional wealth: a Golden Monkey supposedly worth a lot. Our not-so-humble narrator (a sociopathic ignoramus) and his friend Don navigate a world of pirates, blow darts, banana peels and treasure maps of dubious origin.
(Excerpt) Read more at pastemagazine.com ...
They were this... and that...
Gadzooks, I had to take the bait... and what follows [If blame is to be given--] is mostly BeadCounter's fault which we shall discuss later fully and completely after I get all these rags back in my Fibber McGee Closet!
Gadzooks! That's a lot... of my child and manhood there--
So don't ask me again why... I drink so much!
You have lost your mind.........film at eleven.............
lol crazy man in the paperback book aisle!
That is an outstanding collection. As a kid in the 1950’s I was warned not to even touch magazines on the rack with names such as True, Argosy, or Stag, never mind Playboy.
So I read them all at a friend’s house. My favorite villain from the WWII era was an evil Eurasian named “Heinrich Yamamoto”.
It's a safe bet that it is not Alibi.
Dang, now I really want to read about the two strippers who stalled Rommel’s desert campaign! These fascinating bits of WWII history, still surfacing after all this time. ;-)
You win the Consolation Prize for smoking out... the one cover that was not for REAL MEN--
If you are a hot female... you get an all expense paid week at my house!
If you are a man... you get two week--
Hey, watch it... I just need someone to finish digging out the second swimming pool.
I remember seeing those magazines in lots of magazine stores and drug stores. I even sneaked a peek when Mom wasn’t looking!
They always promised more on the cover than they gave, and the tales were fabricated.
They died out in the 1970s as more overt porn became normal, and one book I have says too many HOMO magazines grabbed the male names and destroyed the readership of these magazines.
I lament my favorite one. TRUE Magazine was great to read and safe for kids to find. In the 1970s it was sold to some new publisher who promptly turned it into a sleazy porno mag, and it died the death.
Love the covers. The one from “Alibi” really cracked me up. I guess I didn’t realize that back then there were men’s magazines for men that really liked men. Good grief - if the Fire Island article didn’t tip anyone off, the Truck Stop Tearoom and the Liberace stories certainly would. I did a little research but couldn’t find anything else about the publication, but you could make a fortune if you had a bunch of them.
Oh sorry...moved on to mags....ummmm all of them. :-)
Hey, Red, I got your film at eleven... right here!
And I do, too, Red! More Moo... at eleven!
Hey, Red, Real Men, Git... Her Done!
Hey, the new issue of... "REAL WOLF" is in!
Please-- I want to go home... and off this thread!
This thread needs more cowbell!..............
Some really interesting cover art.
Close... but no... cigar!
However, since your mind is still on the album covers... these are for you:
A REAL MAN... sings--
REAL MEN laugh... in the face of true danger--
REAL MEN can bond... with their wards--
REAL MEN really want to know????
I hope it ain’t the “Manhood” covers. Those are VERY gay.
Your favourite, Bendie? Why, that’s easy - the one with a story by none other than Norman Mailer, your uber-literate devil!
Cowbell, Red? Did... you say "Cowbell?"
You say you know... Cowbell?
Whoa! I... got your Cowbell right here!
And, do I need to remind you, Red, Chris... knows Cowbell--
We lost to the white eyes... when they took all the Cowbell for themselves.
When my people did not have Cowbell... they rioted!
Ohhhhhhhhhhh! A 'No Cowbell Riot' is an ungly thing... undt, I tink, that it is chust about time ve had vun.
Well, Red, that's one... for your side--
Really, cat? Norman couldn't hold his liquor or... play poker worth a damn--
AND Mailer was a wuss! He had six wives... and couldn't satisfy any of them!
I satisfied all six... twice!
And, when you read the above "I rode the Death Car" story, you will find I did... while Mailer tried to calm the crowd--
Don't believe me ask Otter... he was with me and Boon.