#soupy sales

[thefabulousronettes]

The Ronettes perform on Soupy Sales TV show on Channel 5 in 1965 in New York City, New York. (Photo by Michael Ochs Archives)

#the ronettes #ronnie spector #nedra talley ross #estelle bennett #1960s #wall of sound #girl groups #'60s girl groups #1960s music #Soupy Sales

[oldshowbiz]

that's the way soupy wants it

#soupy sales

[citizenscreen]

Soupy Sales (January 8, 1926 – October 22, 2009)

#soupy sales

[make-a-little-mischief]

Jerry on The Soupy Sales Show as dialogued by me:

SS: "Oh hey, Jer. Whatcha got there?"

J: "Oh well it's my cage and there's somethin' - or I should say someone very special inside..."

J: "It's my dead pet fish, Albert. I thought I'd bring him out to say hello to all you nice people. He's not much for conversation, and he doesn't have much of a personality...or a pulse...but he's a real swell fish."

SS: "Gee Jer, that sure is fascinating..."

J: "You really like him? I was a little noivous about bringing him out here. A lot of the time people aren't too fond of Albert, what with him being a dead fish and all."

SS: "Why sure! We loved Albert! I think the fact that people aren't friendly to him is a shame - it stinks almost as much as Albert does!"

*boisterous Jerry laugh* "HAHAHAHA! Stinks! That's a good one!"

SS: "Well, say Jer! Before you go we'd like to give you the traditional Soupy Sales Show farewell!"

J: "Ohhh-ho-hooo...is that right?"

SS: "Haha! Yes! That fella over yonder's gonna show ya how we do a goodbye here. He's sorta funny lookin ain't he?"

J: "Alright! I'm ready! From myself and my dead pet fish Albert - FARE THEE WEEEELLLL!!!"

SPLAT

J: "Oh...my...so that's the Soupy Sales Show special goodbye...just for me...well...don't I just feel like the belle of the ball."

SS (off camera): "Jer? Ya alright there?"

J: "Oh yeah. I just need a moment...that was such a goodbye, I've never been goodbyed like that in my life, have you ever seen such a goodbye? I mean me either cus I got stuff in my eye but WOW! Yeah, good-BYE! Knocked my coat right off me too! That guy's got some arm, he should play with the Mets!"

Person off camera: "Hey Jer! That was a real riot!"

J: "Whaa?? I can't quite hear ya I got goodbye in my ears!"

Person: "I say, THAT WAS A REAL RIOT!!"

J: "The bus has a flat tire?! That's too bad, guess you'll be late for mahjong..."

Person: "No-"

J: "Oh! The hat made me look like a pilot? I ain't wearin' a hat..."

Person: "No! Jer-"

J: "Oh wait I hear ya! You're sayin' your dad bought a teal parrot! Like a new pet? Well god bless him, we'll have to set up a play date with Albert..."

Person: *inconsolable laughter and face palming*

J: "Ohhhh" *Jerry giggle* "You want I should be quiet?"

J: "Hey you got a big growth on your face, looks kinda like a camera, you might wanna get that looked at..."

Person: "It is a camera Jer! Smile!"

J: "I dunno...I'm in the middle of reading Albert his bedtime story and it just got to a serious part..."

Person: "Well what if we got someone else in the picture too?"

J: "Ohhh? Who's this someone else?"

Person: "Okay that's closer to a smile but not quite what we were going for..."

SS: "This is what you called me over here for? Jer, what is it? Are you upset about the goodbye?! Can you believe this crazy little fella?"

J: *dog noises*

Person: "Down boy! Let the tie go! Okay this isn't working let's get someone else..."

Person: "Much better! That's a real nice smile Jer!"

J: "Ya don't say? You really like my smile? I thought you just wanted to bug me while I was readin' to Albert but you like me you like me! That's sweet of ya!"

Person: "We're all kinda sweet on you Jer! We don't just like you, we LOVE you buddy! Hey, why don't we try another with Soupy now..."

Person (and all of us who love Jer and his smile): "Poifect."

❤️

#jerry lewis #soupy sales #the soupy sales show #mary captions jerry #i love doing these #and i love you jerbear

[airchexx]

Soupy Sales Fills In on 600 WICC Bridgeport | July 20, 1989

Soupy’s fans of a certain age will probably remember him from television. Wikipedia describes the peak of his television career this way: Sales is best known for his daily children’s television show, Lunch with Soupy Sales. It was originally called 12 O’Clock Comics, and later known as The Soupy Sales Show.[5] Improvised and slapstick in nature, it was a rapid-fire stream of comedy sketches, gags…

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#1989 #600 Bridgeport #Bob Gilmore #Soupy Sales #WICC

[oskarlevant]

#Groucho Marx #Soupy Sales

[travsd]

Three Great Books for Show Biz Lovers

Quite coincidentally, three slim and tasteful tomes have made their way to my mailbox (the real one, not the virtual) within the space of a week, so I thought it made sense to bundle them together into a single post. The one thing they have in common is that they should all be of interest to classic show biz lovers! Rafael Sabatini is best known today for the many movies that have been adapted…

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#books #Cinquevalli #Cleverer Than God #Detroit Experience #hypnotic tales #Rafael Sabatini #show business #Soupy Sales #vaudeville

[soupy-sez]

#soupy sales #music #songs #soupy's #Spotify

[random-proud-artist]

This is some art I did, it took me almost an hour to draw all of it, it took about half an hour to figure out how to post this. I tried to put all credit for characters and such in the tags, I cannot make a link to them on mobile. I just felt like sharing my awesome art, I felt really accomplished after I finished it. I can post close up of the art once I figure out how to add multiple pictures to a post.

#Soupy Sales #b. happy #stabberghost #mr sunshine #antarcade #brick whartley #Tumblr #Idk what to tag for soupy #I guess his parents?

[gaboon-vampire]

Why Gaboon Vampire?

It was a fake answer to some question on "To Tell The Truth" that Soupy Sales gave in the 1960s. And he drew a crude drawing that's pretty close, to my recollection to what I have reproduced here.

#Gaboon Vampire #Soupy Sales #To Tell the Truth #Sixties TV #Gabonese #Viper #Snake #Patent Infringement #Copyright Infringement #Evasion #names changed to protect the guilty

[tedhead]

burt lancaster gets pied on the soupy sales show, ‘62.

#slapstick comedy fan burton stephen #the soupy sales show #burt lancaster

[oldshowbiz]

The Nightmares of Soupy Sales

#Soupy Sales #world war two

[citizenscreen]

Both Larry Storch and Soupy Sales were born on January 8. Here they are celebrating Soupy’s 75th birthday at the New York Friars Club. #botd

#larry storch #soupy sales

[burtlancster]

Burt Lancaster pies Soupy Sales on The Soupy Sales Show, February 16, 1962.

#on this day <3 #the soupy sales show #1962 #television

[stargazerlillian]

If you do not wash your hands after using the bathroom or touching something dirty (and touch other surfaces spreading potentially harmful germs as a result), it is in my humble opinion that you deserve to get pied in the face a dozen times over a la “Soupy Sales”... with dried cement pies.

#Blooming where I'm planted #Also if y’all don’t know who Soupy Sales is - go ask your parents. Or grandparents. Or y’know... just Google him.

[shootingstarwritings]

First Impressions

Coming home from another exhausting day, Lydia threw herself onto her couch and screamed into a cushion.

“Hey Lyd,” her husband Carlos said as he came into the living room. Chewing on some leftover chocolate cake from the fridge, he sat down on the other side of the sofa, taking one more bite and swallowing before asking, “‘nother rough day?” The crumbs were probably all over the living room by now… to Lydia's immense chagrin.

“The hell do you think?” said Lydia, the pillow muffling her voice. She looked up and glared at her annoying beloved. “More asshole clients not interested in my business proposals for like the 12th time this week, motherfuckers that lose any and all interest as soon as they hear my voice over the phone, and every smug prick that landed a deal just telling me, ‘Just work hard, this is a meritocracy! Nobody thinks less of you cuz you’re a woman.’” She made sure to put on her ‘bro-voice’ as she regurgitated the same garbage everyone of her male peers that managed to keep getting sales said to her.

“Damn, I’m sorry honey.” Carlos shifted over and began to massage her back. Lydia let out a low moan as Carlos worked his magical hands once more. The knots in her back slowly untangled and her head began to clear. It was so difficult to think with all the stress causing her head to turn all soupy. “I just wish there was something I could do.”

“... There is something I’ve been thinking about.”

“Oh?”

“You’re on vacation starting tomorrow, right? Three weeks?”

“Yeah…?”

“Nothing. Forget I said anything.” Carlos continued asking, but Lydia insisted nothing was wrong. She also had to make sure that she would get out of work after just a few more days. All she needed to do was meet with a few more clients and they could enjoy the summer together.

Carlos still seemed incredulous, but eventually he relented and walked back to his office. “You’re the best, honey,” said Lydia before he shut the door behind him. Carlos looked over his shoulder and beamed at her with a loving glint in his eyes. Because of his job as a programmer and debugger, most of his work could be done at home. The rest of his time was spent taking care of some errands that Lydia was either too tired or simply hated doing (mainly cooking and taking care of any bugs or spiders). 

It also made it convenient whenever Lydia needed to take a break from herself, without his knowledge of course.

The rest of the day was spent recuperating from the day’s stress. A few rhythm game rounds and a scalding hot shower was enough for Lydia to regain her upbeat and chipper personality. Around midnight, the two of them cuddled in the bed.

They had been married for months, but somehow holding each other beneath the sheets never got old. In fact, it somehow got more personal and intimate with the passing months. Light kisses on skin, stroke and caressing flesh that smelled like home, and the faint yet steady heartbeat never failed to relax Lydia’s mind and allow her to comfortably slip into a lengthy slumber.

Tonight was the sole exception.

“Mind if I’m the big spoon this time?” Lydia whispered to a half-asleep Carlos. Opening just one tired eye, Carlos just mumbled something and nodded before flipping over. Lightly tittering to herself, Lydia wrapped her arms around Carlos and squeezed him tight. She rubbed her face against his back and took a whiff. Chestnuts--the scent of his favorite conditioner. Lydia was truly glad she had introduced such a world of bathroom supplies to him.

“You’re the perfect man,” Lydia muttered, her voice muffled as she buried her face into the space between his neck and shoulder. “You won’t remember, but I almost feel bad for doing this.”

Carlos was barely even able to let out a questioning hum before Lydia’s body began to slip inside of him. Carlos let out a gasp as his body tightened in response to the sensual penetration. It wasn’t too dissimilar to the first time Lydia had pegged him. “Huh—! Whu—! Oh…WOAH!" 

Lydia didn’t stop her possession. She thrust into Carlos, her petite yet rotund form slipping into Carlos’s thinner and hairier body. Carlos let out muffled moans as she shoved his face into a pillow with her free arm. He could do nothing as Lydia humped her hips further into his own fatter and hairier hips. His legs kicked and convulsed on the bed as he could hardly struggle. 

“I love you, Carlos,” Lydia whispered, licking his sweaty neck. “I just need to borrow you for a few…” She nibbled on his ear lobe. Most of her legs had already melted into his. Not too long afterward, she pushed her chest into his own. She giggled at the sound of Carlos’ long, drawn-out moans as her boobs became replaced with his pectorals. “It’s nice being a man from time to time. So big and hairy…” she muttered to him.

Carlos’ continued to moan, breathing deeply as Lydia fucked herself into him. Soon, she was comfortable enough to drop her free arm and force it into his own. “Haah…! Haaahh… you’re a kinky one, Lyd…” he said in between fast, tense moans.

“I know, baby,” she said, half her head already phasing through his wider back. “I know.” As the last of Lydia melded into Carlos, he let out a long moan and collapsed onto his back. His hips thrust into the air over and over as Lydia acclimated herself inside of him. Each limb was dangerously full.

“HAAAH! H-Holy shit… I-I’m… I’m--!” Then, with one last hump, Carlos’ cock exploded all over his boxers. “Ahh… Ahh… J-Just… Just do whatever you want, babe…” he said in between labored pants as he lost consciousness. Although it felt like a completely new experience, it was truly the third or fourth time this had happened. And just like the previous times, Carlos would believe that it was just a strange and hazy dream from a mind that needed to be a little more open to experimenting in the bedroom.

At least, that was what Lydia would tell him.

Speaking of…

Lydia let out a moan as she felt her borrowed muscles and the familiar weight of Carlos’ body. She stretched her toned and hairy limbs with a little giggle. It wasn’t fair that Carlos always got to feel like that whenever he woke up. It was part of the reason why Lydia would always rub up against him in the morning. She just couldn’t get enough of the muscle and hair. However, as the giddiness of yet another successful possession began to wear off, Lydia found herself yawning and slowly drifting off to sleep. Taking over another’s body always took quite a bit of energy, for both the possessor and the host body.

Tomorrow was a new day for Lydia.

“Great, glad to hear it!” Lydia said with Carlos’ deep and friendly voice as she spoke to her fourth client.

“And I’ll follow this meeting up with an email with more details of the deal. Mm-hmm, mm-hmm,” she said, giving Carlos’ cock a nice and firm stroke. None of her clients had any idea that the man they were speaking to was Lydia’s husband. Being able to roleplay and pass off as her husband to these strangers, knowing that she was able to fool these sexist pigs that would’ve sneered and turned up their noses at just the sound of her voice, light up Lydia’s borrowed loins. “Thank you so much for your time and have a great day!” Lydia forced Carlos to say before hanging up.

She threw Carlos’ head back and let out a loud, unbecoming moan as her borrowed cock grew to full mast in her grip. She threw an arm back and took a whiff of Carlos’ natural musk. “Mmm, Carlos. Just another day of me inside and we can get our vacation started. I just have a few more clients to talk to.” She chuckled as she flexed a bit more in her husband’s body. Lydia was already done with all the clients in her schedule. She had some privacy for the rest of the day…

“Oh, Carlos…!” she said as she began to explore her husband’s body once more.

#male possession #male body possession #f2m possession #husband possession