Percy Pompadour, lead singer for the doo-wop group The Poofettes, spent a week in the top ten with “My Twitchin’ Nose” before fading into the county-fair circuit.
Stage audiences continued to flock to him due to his unique gimmick: The ability to make his pompadour grow on command.
Via Twitter and sender-inner Andrew Y.
It’s Huuuuuge!
I’d take this bunneh in a heartbeat, if I could. Can’t tell where he/she lives but from what I see of the cage, litter box & background, ( looks like a basement), I may be in error, this bunneh could use a more bun friendly home.
Yes, I agree – at least it’s clean. I don’t like the corner litters for buns – they like to hang out in their boxes and those don’t allow it. I understand in a cage they’re handy, but I hate to think of a bun being in a cage.
But the post is hysterically funny – wow, a pompadour that grows on demand – sort of a Tressie doll, the one whose hair could be dialed short or long.
I remember those dolls! I also had Chrissy dolls, whose long manes could be retracted back into their heads and then combed back out.
It’s a wonder I’m not even more neurotic, given the creepiness of my childhood toys.
Love this bun so much!
I had Velvet, Crissy’s younger sister! In fact she’s still packed away with my childhood toys–she was a favorite due to her violet eyes. My sister had Tara, Crissy’s A-A friend. ???? (Interestingly, whatever white doll I got, my sister would usually ask for the “black version”. This was in early to mid 70s)
The bun is adorbs! S/he must be molting. I could make a whole family of buns from my lop’s molting fur twice a year! Never thought of a wig, though!?
The Poofettes?
awesome.
Goodness, gracious, great balls of cotton!
WINNAH! 😀 😀 😀
Brava!
@Allein: Now that truly made me laugh out loud!
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Perfection.
That bun reminds me of the Tokyo rockabilly gangs/ Japanese Elvis impersonator motorcycle clubs. Hil-HAIR-ious! *chorus of groans*