These cards were found in eastern Pennsylvania, tucked into a cigar box along with some dingy white poker chips, a piece of anthracite coal, a small plastic bust of JFK, a roll of electrical tape, a Bakelite mechanical pencil, a list (screws, fasteners, putty), and a cellophane-wrapped cigar.
In our mind’s eye, we can see the man of the house at his basement workbench, where he coughs, crinkles the wrapper of his now forbidden cigar, and dreams of smokes gone by.
The two girls above have been lured into the bachelor pad of Mr. Wrong.
Don’t drink that cocktail, Doris! He’s known for his Mickey Finns. But wait — if you’re already naked on the rug, he won’t have to resort to such measures. Bottoms up!
The girl on the right has been promised an audition with a soap opera producer he claims to know. Right.
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These girls live the Bohemian life. Partial nudity is commonplace amongst their beatnik Greenwich Village crowd.
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Notice how their boobs follow the contours of the Natural Backdrops? Extremely artistic!
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The props above are supposed to make one think of boobs. Well done!
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Where did Doris Day put her clothes?
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Girlie Poker Decks
