Adventure Time! More madness from the every excellent Fred Seibert. For AFJ.

Adventure Time!, a new animated series for kids, will make it’s debut in April. Why should you care? Because Adventure Time! is basically a super-trippy, PG rated version of Super Jail. Yes, really.

So, be sure to clean out your very best Budweiser bong because Adventure Time! premieres on Cartoon Network on April 5th.

Page 124 of the Sears 1975 Spring/Summer Catalog. Shelly Hack not included with purchase.

This week we pay a visit to the blondes on page 124 of the 1975 Sears Spring/Summer Catalog. Former Charlie’s Angel Shelly Hack is back again to sex up the Sears 1975 catalog along with a bare-midriff top and, a little cameltoe. If you use your imagination. And your imagination wants to be used by Shelly Hack. Trust me.

*Programming note: I know I missed Sears ‘75 last week, but I don’t punch clocks  or people. I’ll make it up to you somehow baby. I promise. By the way, can I borrow some money for some ass gas? Just click the Paypal link on the top of the page. It’s easy. Did you lose weight? I love you.

The Q walks the Golden Globes Red Carpet with Melanie Laurent, who played Shoshana, the Nazi killing theater owner in Inglourious Basterds.

Quentin Tarantino: What’s so funny Mel?

Melanie Laurent: I’m not laughing, I’m vamping. There’s a difference. Your Tux is ridicul…er, don’t be ridiculous.

Q: What did you just say?

Melanie: What? Sorry, did you say something Q?

Q: Did you just call my Tux ridiculous?

Melanie: Oh look, isn’t that Mira Sorvino?

Q: Really? Where? Hold on, does this Tux make me look fat?

Melanie: Oh NO. You look fantastic. Hahahahaha!

Q: What’s so funny now?

Melanie: Nothing Q. I always laugh when I’m nervous…or standing next to someone who likes to wear their elegant pajamas in public.

Q: Pajamas? I’ll have you know that this Tux is a perfect blend of East meets West couture made especially for me, Quentin Tarantino! ALRIGHT?

Melanie: Okay, Q. If I say I like your Tux, can I still play “Sexy Assailant 3″ in Kill Bill 3?

Q: No.

Melanie: Hahahaha! Your Tux is ridiculous! And I also thought Jackie Brown was a  trite piece of shit. Damn! I feel so much better.

Q: Wait, is that Pam Grier? Hey Pam, I want to introduce you to the soon-to-be-has-been actress, Melanie Laurent. ALRIGHT!?

Pam: Quentin, what the Bruce Lee hell are you wearing? Did someone die? Or did you just get back from your monthly visit to Kabukicho and simply didn’t have time to change?

Q: Nobody died, ALRIGHT? ALRIGHT!? Fuck! Where is Christina Hendricks and her enormous rack when you need them. Oh, wait. There they are…

Good Night Kids, Russian television show for kids staring former Miss Universe (2002) Oxana Fedorova.

Outside of the fact that this Russian kids show stars a former Miss Universe (Oxana Fedorova, 2002’s winner, meow!), you might be wondering how working on a kids puppet show in Russia could possibly deserve the title of “Best Job in the World”. Well, if you’re a puppeteer working in some boring kids theater, you might want to give your notice and jump the next plane to the Soviet Union because this could be you…

Behold, the happiest puppeteer on earth.

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Booty Pop panties make your booty, POP! $28.

I really don’t need to tell you about these posterior padded panties, do I? Just watch the vid above. Looking at cute chick’s asses in tight clothes for two minutes is way more fun than reading a bunch of words. True story.

Order your Booty Pop Panties via Booty Pop Panties.com.

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Despite popular belief, Tequilabot is a poor choice for a drinking budddy.

Although it pains me to write the following words, after watching this commercial for the Cantina Restarant, I have no other choice. Tequilabot: FAIL!

Thanks!: Dlisted (via Vacant Manifesto & The Nerdist)

Iggy Pop’s second commercial for car insurance company Swiftcover.

My money’s on Little Iggy this time! The terrifying puppet version of Iggy Pop, featured in this second commercial (above) for UK car insurance company Swiftcover, clearly knows how to party. Anyway, if you somehow missed Igg’s first gig with Swiftcover, you can see it here on Cherrybombed.com.

The Necky. Because you’re too lazy to use a scarf.

For some reason, you must be at least 18 (or completely retarded) to order a Necky.

Thanks!: Jezebel.

Joan Collins attending a Unicef Benefit this past week.

The old saying “Bitch is Back” clearly does not apply to Joan Collins. And that’s since the bitch never left in the first place.

Thanks!: Dlisted.

The “He-Man” recliner by Sears. $214.99.

You can be sure that even though he was an aristocrat with a secret identity, Prince Adam never possessed an actual “He-Man” chair. This week’s 1974 obsession is the “He-Man” chair, found on page 1270 of the 1974 Sears Fall/Winter Catalog. Anyway, is it me or does He-Man look pretty relaxed for a dude wearing purple trousers?

Intro for Samurai Jack. Created by Genndy Tartakovsky

The film adaptation of Samurai Jack, one of my favorite animated series of all time, is coming to the big screen using a mix of 2D animation as well as stereoscopic 3D. The film has a big budget ($20 million!) and two big names associated with it’s production.  J.J. Abrams (a self-confessed Samurai junkie) and Fred Siebert (who’s creative CV to extensive to list, but you can read about him here) will co-produce the flick and Jack’s creator, Genndy Tartakovsky, is set to write and direct the film. So far there’s no release date for Samurai Jack, so stay tooned…

Posy print nightmares nightgowns.

Just a quick note on this weeks Sear’s ‘74 entry as this photo is giving me a case of the bed-spins. And sadly (and quite unbelievably) I’m not drunk. If the chick modeling item #1, the footed two-piece erection killing sleepwear, looks as though like you might have masturbated to her before, you would be correct. As well as somewhat pathetic and very lonely.

Posy sleepwear model #1 from page 177 of the Fall/Winter 1974 Sears Catalog, is actress Shelly Hack. Hack is probably best known for her brief role on Charlie’s Angels. Hack’s fictional Bostonian, Tiffany Wells became Charlie’s #5 Angel, replacing Kate Jackson for one season in 1980.

More polyester blend madness from Sears next Wednesday that will absolutely! may or may not involve Ted Williams, guns and/or He-Man chairs. Stay tuned…

Ken Ober has passed away at the age of 52. Sadness…

If you had a pulse and you regularly paid your cable bill back in the late 80’s and early 90’s, you will remember Ken Ober as the host of MTV’s game show, Remote Control. On Saturday, Ober told a friend he was experiencing flu-like symptoms and was planned to see his doctor as soon as possible. He was found dead in his California home on Sunday.

Ober was only 52 and was a native of Boston.

Source: Dlisted.

Japanese television ad for who the fuck knows what.

This is sort of NSFW but I’m not too sure why. You’re just going to have to trust me on this one.

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Judit & Judit advertisement for Swedish cable station Con Hem.

Thanks!: BLORT!

Meet Rudy. Rudy used to be a gynecologist in Cuba. Now he’s a car salesman in North Carolina at TDM Auto. Thanks! RDK.

More via I Love Local Commercials.

Where the Dirty Hipsters Are. Not By Spike Jones.

More from Secret Sauce TV here.

Thanks!: YesButNoButYes.

Christopher Walken reads the lyrics to Lady GaGa’s Pokerface.

Thanks!: YesButNoButYes.

Paul Lynde Halloween Special, 1976.

Paul Lynde, KISS, Halloween! Man, I was so born in the wrong era.

Viva la 1976!

The Winkie, the cleavage cover-upper. For K.

I know two things about The Winkie:

1: The Winkie is not a thong.
2: The Winkie was  not created by a man.
3: Cherrybomb can’t count.

The fascist boobie-haters behind The Winkie, say they came up with the idea to “cover cleavage and provide a solution to plunging necklines.” Both of which I’m sure haven’t been formerly identified as “problems”, per-say. World Hunger? That’s a problem. Unemployment rates at an all time high? That’s a problem. Being out of Vodka? Definitely a fucking EMERGENCY! problem.

Anyway, who could possibly be anti-cleavage? That’s right, nobody. Unless you’re an ass-man. In that case, carry the fuck on.