#Clara Peller

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Where's the Beef - Coyote McCloud featuring Clara Peller (1984)

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The Stuff

Killer ice cream? You’d think that would be one of the worst ideas in horror film history, but in the hands of Larry Cohen, THE STUFF (1985, YouTube, Plex) comes off as an almost inspired satire of consumerism and the drive to convince people that “Enough is never enough.” It’s sheer pulp, but with such a loopy energy it’s easy to forgive its few weak scenes (Cohen was a great idea man who often couldn’t film a simple scene of two people talking) and the continuity lapses created when New World removed 30 minutes from the director’s cut. Cohen’s satirical aim can get a little broad at times. It may be hard to stomach the thought that humanity’s hope lies in the hands of a paranoid militia leader (Paul Sorvino) in Georgia, a state that here earns my nickname for it, “Stupidvania.”

In their second of five projects together (four features and one TV episode), Cohen’s muse, Michael Moriarty, is an industrial spy hired by a conglomerate of ice cream manufacturers to investigate The Stuff, an addictive, low-calorie desert that’s pushing them out of the market. At the same time, suburban kid Jason Bloom notices the product can move on its own and realizes his parents and brother (Bloom’s real-life brother Brian) are so addicted to it they can no longer think for themselves. He and Moriarty join forces with the ad exec (Andrea Marcovicci) who sold it to America and set out to uncover the secrets behind The Stuff and warn the world before what everybody’s been eating eats them.

Cohen’s film is delightfully off-the-wall, starting with Moriarty’s largely improvised performance as a man who plays dumb (and Southern) to get info that might be withheld from a smarter man. As in their first film together, Q: THE WINGED SERPENT (1982), Moriarty makes something charming out of a potentially irritating character. It’s a treat watching him con the foolish and connect with the wise. Marcovicci doesn’t get as many opportunities to shine (a scene developing their relationship was among the cuts), but she has moments of wit in dealing with the crazies they encounter and makes running from The Stuff in heels a comic comment on horror-film improbabilities. There’s also a nice turn by Garrett Morris as “Chocolate Chip” Charlie, a cookie magnate whose business has been taken over by The Stuff’s distributors. Eric Bogosian cameos as a supermarket employee, and Patrick Dempsey figures in the final scene. Even Cohen couldn’t tell you where a very young Mira Sorvino turns up (she did a bit while visiting her father on set). A big highlight are the commercials for the product, featuring the likes of Tammy Grimes, Brooke Adams, Abe Vigoda and, best of all, Clara Peller, demanding “Where’s the Stuff?”

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Where’s the Beef? 40th Anniversary

80's Fest Commercial of the day: Wendy's Where's The Beef? #commercial #ad #tvad #wendys #wheresthebeef #wheresthebeef40 #clarapeller #ripclarapeller #80s #80sfest #durandurantulsas6thannual80sfest

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Where's The Beef - 1984

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｡𖦹°‧⭑ monsters: chapter two

synopsis: task force m arrives at the palace. and you and phosphorus come to an agreement.

cw: reader is a monster, mature themes, profanity, innuendos, phosphorus is phosphorus, more superpower usage, cute flirting thing going on, little spicy at the end.

"You'd think they'd take these shits down after a while..." you grimaced, watching as you passed by each deformed face. "I mean, seriously?"

"They're family. Who would wanna take down the last known painting of Great Great Grandpa Ugly?" Phosphorus quipped, pointing toward one of them as he walked alongside you. "They even got his good side."

"That's a woman..."

"..."

"Wow."

After arriving in Pokolistan, and taking a rather uncomfortable, piss-ridden ride to the palace, Task Force M had finally made it to the royal castle.

The royal castle where inbreeding seemed to be the fad of the last few centuries.

"Looks like the gene pool was above ground and inflatable, if you know what I mean," Bride remarked, glancing at Flag.

The general let out a soft chuckle, slightly grimacing at the images.

"Yeah," he agreed. "I wonder what this princess is going to look li—Oh."

In front of you all approached a gorgeous woman, with sparkling blue eyes and short, blonde hair.

Flag watched, entranced, as she approached, earning an eye roll from the Bride.

"Schwing," Phosphorus whispered, earning an eye roll from you.

"Dork."

"Richard Bill Flag, Sr," Ilana smiled, resting her hands behind her back. "So wonderful to be meeting you."

"Yes... you, too," he nodded, awkwardly.

"Your middle name is Bill?" Bride raised a brow.

"Yes."

"Not, like, William?" Nina asked.

"No."

"Whose middle name is Bill?" you slightly grinned.

"Mine! Okay?"

You raised your hand in defense, backing off as he refocused.

"Princess Rostovic, it's an honor," Flag bowed, humbly.

"This is not the kind of bow we do in Pokolistan, Mr. Richard Flag," the captain of the guard interjected. "So, unfortunately... we're going to have to kill you."

"What?!"

"Alexi," Ilana tried to reprimand.

"I am sorry. We must only do sacred, customary bow in this castle."

As the guards began to close in, drawing their weapons, everyone went back to back, you igniting your fist with fire.

"Everyone, murder this man."

"What?! Hold on a minute! No one briefed me on what kind of bow!"

Though, it wasn't long before they all burst into laughter.

'The hell?'

"I'm sorry. They're... how do you say it... messing on you?" Ilana apologized, muffling her snickers.

"I am making joke!" Alexi cackled. "For a minute, I think you're going to make mess in your pants, huh?"

"I was never gonna—!"

"Very close to messing his pants," the Bride interrupted with a smile.

"I wasn't even in the vicinity of doing that."

"I think someone else was," Phosphorus smirked, nudging you. "Right, Jumpy?"

"Don't make me hurt you, X-ray," you threatened, sharply.

"We are so much like Americans, yes?" Alexi grinned. "Ooh, we pull pranks like Jamie Kennedy Experiment! We do the Super Bowl shovel! We like to say Wazzup!"

'Jesus...'

"Well, you're certainly current with your popular cultural references," Phosphorus commended.

"Thank you!"

"You're welcome," he leaned in closer to you, lowering his voice to a whisper and pointing to his face. "Sarcastic smile."

"Why are you talking to me right now?"

"Now, I have question for you, skeleton. Where is the beef?" Alexi laughed. "Clara Peller, one of the greats—"

"Enough, Alexi," Ilana sighed, turning to the rest of you. "We've prepared a banquet for you, our honored guests."

You grinned, finally excited.

It had been so long since you'd had a meal that wasn't grey-ish, brown slop.

'Shoulda led with that.'

"Hey, doll face," Phosphorus, chimed, mouth stuffed with food as he glanced at your steak, "You gonna eat that?"

"Don't call me doll face," you shut down, harshly. "And no. I'm not."

"Perfect."

Without hesitation, he snatched it away and plopped it down on his plate, using an irradiated hand to cook it a bit extra. 

Though, once he was finished, he was quick to yoke it up and take a bite out of it like a goddamn raccoon.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes as you went back to cutting your brussel sprouts.

"Animal..."

"Don't start thinkin' you're better than me just 'cause you're on a diet," he countered, tossing the once bitten steak over his shoulder, sending Weasel to fetch it.

"Vegetarian," you corrected, stabbing a piece of broccoli with your fork. "I haven't eaten meat in years."

"Didn't know Hell had a salad bar."

"Fuck you."

"That would be delightful, actually," he grinned, unbothered, as he ripped the drumstick off a turkey and took a large bite.

Pointedly, you ignored him, opening your mouth and shoveling in some vegetables.

And that's when he noticed...

"Whoa..." Phosphorus froze, slightly, eyes widening at the sight. "You have fangs?"

Your expression fell, swapping for one of annoyance.

"Yes," you answered, flatly. "Are you deaf or something? 'Cause you seem to be having a hard time grasping the fact thatI. Am. A. Demon."

"That's hot," he stated, completely ignoring what you just said.

Taken by surprise, you clammed up, a certain warmth rising to your cheeks at his bold comment.

As crude as it was, no one had ever actually complimented you off your looks before.

This was completely new territory.

"I—Shut up!" you slightly stammered, internally cursing yourself for being so embarrassing.

"Holy crap... did you just stutter?" he realized, giddily. 

"No!"

"You did! Oh, my God! You just did!"

"Shut the fuck up!"

"That was adorable! You're adorable."

"I hate you."

"You're not the first."

"Fuck..." you cursed, closing your eyes and biting your lip as your free hand cupped your breast through the thin fabric of your tank top.

Lost in the moment, your breath began to pick up, even more so as you slid your red hand down the front of your panties.

You moaned as you began to massage your sensitive bud, imagining it was someone else instead.

After housing down the rest of your dinner, and take a well-earned shower, you got set your own private room—which you procured by telling Flag you sometimes burst into flames in your sleep.

But now, with the boys keeping watch outside the princess's room, and nothing but time to kill, you settled for the old American past time, dealing with an itch you'd been meaning to scratch for years.

"Oh, shit..." you gasped, slipping your fingers inside, expecting to feel something.

But you didn't.

In fact, you felt nothing.

'The fuck?'

Abruptly, you sat up on the bed, letting out a huff as you looked down at yourself.

You knew it had been a hot minute since you last... y'know... but you didn't think you were that rusty.

"Fuck me," you groaned, flopping back on the mattress in annoyance.

You were already pent up enough, but adding sexual frustration to the mix only worsened the feral urges rising in your chest.

God, you weren't even supposed to be here...

You weren't some hardened criminal, or senseless evil-doer.

You were just a woman.

A woman... with horrible luck, and a really, really bad case of DID.

And a woman who wanted nothing more than to be back at her cell in Arkham, far away from these people and this place.

Quickly, you got up, snatching your shorts off the floor before tugging them on, running a frustrated hand through your hair.

Frantically, you racked your brain for someone to assist you, feeling as though if you didn't get this release, you might go insane.

Just one round.

Just one, quick round.

And you'd be set for however many more years you had at the asylum.

Flag?

'No. He was makin' goo-goo eyes at the princess... and by now she's probably already fucked him.'

G.I?

'Too stiff. I don't even think he has a dick...'

Weasel?

'Absolutely not.'

Which only leaves...

'Fuck. Me.'

Cursing under your breath, you stood there for a moment, contemplating the life choices that led you to this moment before starting for the door.

On your way, your steps seeming to echo throughout the room as you padded across, and only got louder after you yanked open the door and reached the hallway.

At this point, you were desperate.

With no actual options and limited time, you would have to act fast.

And pray that he'd let it go once you were done...

Using your sense of smell, you found his door easily, moving to step in front of it.

You were about to knock, but stopped mid-way, hesitant.

What if he said no? Found you disgusting...

"Whoa, there, doll face... That's hot," his words echoed in your head.

With a deep sigh, you steeled your nerves, raising your hand to knock, but just as you did, the door swung open, scaring you half to death.

And there he stood, six feet of surprisingly attractive radiation clad in a hoodie and sweatpants, sleeves pushed up to reveal his glowing forearms.

'Damn...'

Though, he looked like he was on his way to do something.

"(y/n)... to what do I owe the surprise?" Phosphorus played off, his voice doing little to hide the grin on his face.

In this case, he was glad that his eyes weren't visible to others, as that was the only thing keeping you from smacking him across the face for the look he had on.

Which was utterly shameless.

But fuck... who could blame him when you looked the way you did? 

You exchanged the sexy leather and buckles for a sinfully thin, black tank top and shorts, your curves now even further on display.

If he was being honest, for a moment, he didn't even believe the sight to be real—it all seemed too good to be true.

That is, until you started talking.

"Look, I'm only gonna say this one time," you started, poking your finger into his chest and forcing him back into his room, kicking the door shut behind you once you were inside. "So for once in your life, shut the fuck up and listen. Okay?"

He felt his stomach churn at your touch, your demanding tone and freshly-washed scent doing little to help.

But he silently nodded, keeping somewhat eye contact.

"I have been stuck in Arkham for ten fucking years... and for ten fucking years I've only ever touched myself..." you continued, still moving forward, and still forcing him back. "This might be the last time I see the outside world, and if it is, I'm doing one thing before I go."

Absolutely floored, Phosphorus couldn't help but let his mouth hang wide, completely disbelieving of the words coming out of your mouth.

There was no way.

Were you serious?

Was this really happening?

Had he fallen asleep?

"Sadly, there isn't a buffet of options," you sighed, slightly amused, as the backs of his knees hit the bed, forcing him to fall back onto it with a yelp. "But out of the assortment, you're the only one I can fuck without giving severe burns."

Practically pouncing, you crawled on top of him, sitting yourself down on his crotch and caging him to the mattress.

"But I wanna be clear that this is just sex. I need something... and you probably do, too. So we're just giving it to each other. Nothing more, nothing less."

Phosphorus's brow raised at the statement.

"Figured that," he chuckled. "I'm never gonna see you again. They're gonna ship you back to Gotham when this is all over."

"Exactly," you nodded. "So... you fuck me, help me get my nut, and then I leave. No cuddling, pillow talk, none of that. Am I clear?"

Below you, the man cocked his head to the side, seeming to be searching your face for something.

You tried to keep your expression as firm as possible, needing him to understand how serious you were.

Finally, he nodded, slowly resting a hot hand on your hip, sending a small vibration running right through your body.

"Crystal," he purred.

You shoulders sank with a quiet sigh, relief flooding your body as you leaned down, your face now inches from his.

"Good..." you hummed, moving closer until your lips were just out of each other's reach.

You could finally feel good, for what could possibly be the last time.

You weren't going to waste a single second.

"Now fuck me."

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40 years ago today, the world first met Clara Peller when she was first seen by TV viewers in the "Where's the Beef?" commercial campaign for Wendys. 🍔Her and her famous catchphrase would go on to become a pop culture phenomenon!

#wheresthebeef #ClaraPeller #popculture #Wendys

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Birthdays 8.4

Beer Birthdays

Julius Deglow (1823)

William J. Seib (1836)

Rod DeWitt (1957)

Aaron Mateychuk (1965)

Five Favorite Birthdays

Louis Armstrong; jazz trumpeter, bandleader, actor (1901)

Richard Belzer; comedian, actor (1944)

Greta Gerwig; actress (1983)

Barack Obama; 44th U.S. President (1961)

William Schuman; composer (1910)

Famous Birthdays

Aleksandr Danilovich Aleksandrov; Russian mathematician, physicist, and mountaineer (1912)

Warren Avis; businessman (1915)

Béla Balázs; Hungarian poet (1844)

David Bedford; English keyboard player (1937)

George Irving Bell; physicist, biologist, and mountaineer (1926)

Henri Berger; German composer (1844)

Roger Clemens; Boston Red Sox P (1962)

Allison Hedge Coke; American-Canadian poet (1958)

Robbin Crosby; guitarist and songwriter (1959)

Gerard Damiano; film director (1928)

Don S. Davis; actor (1942)

Mary Decker; track and field athlete (1958)

Lorenzo di Pierfrancesco de' Medici; Florentine patron of the arts (1463)

Michel Déon; French novelist, playwright (1919)

Queen Elizabeth The Queen Mother of the UK (1900)

Herb Ellis; jazz guitarist (1921)

Frankie Ford; R&B/rock & roll singer (1939)

Witold Gombrowicz; Polish author and playwright (1904)

Jeff Gordon; race car driver (1971)

William Rowan Hamilton; Irish physicist, astronomer, and mathematician (1805)

Knut Hamsun; Norwegian writer (1859)

Robert Hayden; poet (1913)

Martin Jarvis; English actor (1941)

Cleon Jones; New York Mets LF (1942)

Johann Gottlob Lehmann; German mineralogist and geologist (1719)

Leopold I, Duke of Austria (1290)

Helen Kane; singer and actress (1904)

Lee Mack; English comedian, actor (1968)

Meghan Markle; actress (1981)

Ernesto Maserati; Italian race car driver and engineer (1898)

Paul McCarthy; painter and sculptor (1945)

John Newton; composer of “Amazing Grace” (1725)

Walter Pater; English author (1839)

Clara Peller; “Where’s the Beef” lady (1902)

David Raksin; composer (1912)

Paul Reynolds; English singer-songwriter and guitarist (1962)

Bernard Rose; English film director (1960)

Klaus Schulze; German keyboard player and songwriter (1947)

Percy Bysshe Shelley; English poet (1792)

Helen Thomas; journalist (1920)

Billy Bob Thornton; actor (1955)

John Henry Twachtman; painter (1853)

John Venn; English mathematician and philosopher (1834)

Louis Vuitton; French fashion designer (1821)

Raoul Wallenberg; Swedish humanitarian (1912)

Tim Winton; Australian author (1960)

Isoroku Yamamoto; Japanese admiral (1884)

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January 9, 1984 Clara Peller was first seen by TV viewers in the "Where's the Beef?" commercial campaign for Wendy's.

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Rock hard! Weird Al spills his guts to Rolling Stone

William Shatner: 'T.J. Hooker' saved my life

Sting: 'Dune' ruined my life

The making of 'Manimal'

Clara Peller's beef

Springsteen's new dentist

Ratt vs. Poison

Airwolf's Ernest Borgnine: "I hate #%&@ helicopters!"

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August 4 is also MM's buddy and Suits co-star Abigail Spencer's birthday by u/Hermes_Blanket

August 4 is also MM's buddy and Suits co-star Abigail Spencer's birthday You all may know this already, but I did not. They were both born on August 4, 1981. Same day, same year.MM also shares her birthday with Billy Bob Thornton (make of that what you will) and Clara Peller, the old lady who did the "Where's the beef?" commercials for Wendy's in the 1980s. post link: https://ift.tt/CvH7y3X author: Hermes_Blanket submitted: August 05, 2023 at 06:06AM via SaintMeghanMarkle on Reddit

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Dark Comedy ‘Beef’ Releases Trailer For Upcoming Steven Yeun/Ali Wong Series

Netflix and A24 answer that age-old Clara Peller question on April 6, bringing the dark comedy Beef to the streaming service. The 10-episode series follows the aftermath of a road rage incident between two strangers. Danny Cho (Steven Yeun), a failing contractor with a chip on his shoulder, goes head-to-head with Amy Lau (Ali Wong), a self-made entrepreneur with a picturesque life. The…

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I found this on NewsBreak: Dark Comedy ‘Beef’ Releases Trailer For Upcoming Steven Yeun/Ali Wong Series

I found this on NewsBreak: Dark Comedy ‘Beef’ Releases Trailer For Upcoming Steven Yeun/Ali Wong Series

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Where's the Beef?

80's Fest Commercial of the day: Wendy's "Where's The Beef?" Commercial (1984) #commercial #ad #tvad #wendys #wheresthebeef #clarapeller #80s #80sfest #durandurantulsas5thannual80sfest

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ep. 117: Lorelai's VHS Collection (21 Jump Street, Super Bowl Commercials, and more!)

STOP then Rewind! We're being kind and rewinding to take a closer look at Lorelai's VHS collection, which includes one of the longest-running prime time dramas in history (Knot's Landing), a family sitcom (Please Don't Eat the Daisies), an '80s show that was turned into a movie franchise (21 Jump Street), a Hallmark movie that would never be made today (Riding the Bus With My Sister), and some Super Bowl commercials. Who is Spuds Mackenzie? Why did Brooke Shields get flack for modeling jeans? How many DeLuises acted with Johnny Depp? And WHERE'S THE BEEF? Bottom line: Lorelai better hold on to those tapes or she may never get to watch these shows again! We Wholeheartedly Recommend: Marry Me, The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel Other pop culture we ref: Bewitched, The Lord of the Rings, Peyton Place, Marathon Man, Alec Baldwin, Brad Pitt, Dallas, Gunsmoke, Bonanza, Clockstoppers, 24, "Baby Got Back" LISTEN TO THE EP

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EPISODES OF 21 JUMP STREET TAYLOR WATCHED

101, "Pilot"

102, "America, What a Town"

MORE ABOUT 21 JUMP STREET

"21 Jump Street Episodes That Influenced the Movies," DenOfGeek.com (2019)

"Dustin Nguyen Talks Warrior’ 21 Jump Street and Being an Asian Hollywood Pioneer," Deadline.com (2020)

"21 Jump Street Female-Led Spinoff Reportedly Has a Title," ScreenRant.com (2020)

"How 21 Jump Street Worked as a Stealth Sequel to the Original TV Show," DenOfGeek.com (2021)

"When Johnny Depp Recalled Being 'Broke' While Auditioning For 21 Jump Street," RepublicWorld.com (2021)

"How Johnny Depp Tried To Get Fired From 21 Jump Street (& Why He Left)," ScreenRant.com (2022)

MORE ABOUT SPUDS MACKENZIE

Spuds Mackenzie on the beach (1987)

"The Life, Death, and Resurrection of Spuds MacKenzie, The Original Party Animal," MentalFloss.com (2017)

"Letter of Recommendation: Spuds MacKenzie," NYTimes.com (2019)

"A Sprawling, Sudsy Timeline of Anheuser-Busch InBev’s Super Bowl Ad Legacy," VinePair.com (2022)

"Why We Keep Seeing So Many Insurance Ads — As Beer Ads Have Disappeared," NYPost.com (2022)

MORE ABOUT CLARA PELLER + "WHERE'S THE BEEF?"

Original "Where's the Beef?" commercial (1984)

Clara Peller driving commercial (1984)

NBC interview with Clara Peller

"The Inside Story of Wendy’s ‘Where’s the Beef?’ Ad," Yahoo.com (2017)

"On This Date, Wendy’s First Asked: Where’s the Beef?," TampaBay.com (2018)

"Where’s the Beef? Wendy’s Shelves Some Items Because of Shortages," News8000.com (2020)

"Cliff Freeman, Adman Who Asked, ‘Where’s the Beef?,’ Dies at 80," NYTimes.com (2021)

"How Much Does a Super Bowl Ad Cost in 2022?" Grunge.com (2022)

MORE ABOUT "NOTHING COMES BETWEEN ME AND MY CALVINS"

"Nothing Comes Between Me and My Calvins" commercial (1980)

"Brooke Shields Tells the Story Behind Her '80s Calvin Klein Jeans Campaign," Vogue on YouTube (2021)

"Brooke Shields Revisits Her Iconic (and Controversial) Calvin Klein Campaign," Vogue.com (2021)

"Brooke Shields Poses in New Jeans 40 Years After Famous Ads: ‘This Is My 56-year-Old Body,’" Today.com (2022)

MORE ABOUT PLEASE DON'T EAT THE DAISIES

"Please Don't Eat the Daisies," LostMediaWiki.com

"Home to a Classic Tale," PalmBeach.FloridaWeekly.com (2021)