Weren’t they all part of some religious kilt, with secret signs and obscure rituals?
I think you’re thinking about Cult, a brand of firearms manufacturer.
I sure could use a nice frosty can of Colt right now.
My third-grade teacher was always mocking me and telling me what a jolt I was.
I had a maiden aunt who loved to dolt upon my sisters, but had no use for a nasty little boy.
I bet your sisters were the kind of girls who played the board game Mystery Dote (“Is he a dreamboat? Or a dud?”)
They might have also played “Truth or Date” on occasion.
Would you ever have to catch a bunny or dare as part of that game?
Does Elendil’s Scabrous Hare have before-and-after zombification pictures? (Not that he’s been zombified, of course.)
No, but would a picture of me nibbling on the brainsssss of our curvy young au hair be of interest?
That’s the kind of evidence Pair Mason would use at a trial to get his defendant acquitted and the real murderer to confess.
Oh, Perry Me Not On The Lone Prairieeee…
Hearing you sing is more than I can bury. 
Maybe you could challenge him to a duel. Just don’t get shot like Hamilton did by Aaron Bear.
Burr Grimes, the last major league pitcher officially allowed to throw a spitball, allegedly once threw at a batter who was still in the on-deck circle.
Who cares about baseball? I’d rather think of Hugh Grant’s then-girlfriend Elizabeth Burleigh wearing that little black dress held together with safety pins.
You don’t mean the girl from the original Parent Trap movie Hurley Mills, do you?
I’m glad John Stewart’s back to hosting the Hailey Show, but the other guy wasn’t bad either.
Do you remember the gravel-voiced Southern female essayist Daily White on NPR, back in the day?
Your memory plays tricks on you. Bailey Cuoco was born in California and her show airs on CBS.