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Showing posts with label Jeff Chandler. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jeff Chandler. Show all posts
Sunday, February 16, 2014
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Saturday, October 16, 2010
Thursday, December 3, 2009
As Esther Williams Would Say...

...Jeff Chandler was too big for prints. But from the looks of it, he was totally coveting Rhonda Fleming's kicky cooch dancer get-up.
Labels:
1950s,
glamour,
hats,
hunk,
Jeff Chandler,
Rhonda Fleming
Sunday, January 18, 2009
We Apologize...
...for the lack of updates this weekend, but we're preparing for some male bonding.

Actually, we're going out on our first date in, oh, about two presidential administrations. We're not even entirely sure what constitutes first or second base anymore, and we think that heavy petting is allowed only after an engagement has been discussed. Any and all advice and/or updated information from you swingers out there will be appreciated.

Actually, we're going out on our first date in, oh, about two presidential administrations. We're not even entirely sure what constitutes first or second base anymore, and we think that heavy petting is allowed only after an engagement has been discussed. Any and all advice and/or updated information from you swingers out there will be appreciated.
Labels:
1950s,
gay,
hunk,
Jeff Chandler,
Lex Barker,
self indulgence
Monday, December 29, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
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