REMEMBER THAT?!?
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LOOK, A WAGON WHEEL...
in boston, we had a great PSA featuring a dude in a glittery suit w/ weird ears (it wasn't far from being some sort of s&m gimp suit) who was supposed to a martian... he had a hardcore boston accent, thus martian was "maaaaahtian"... he was all exited about fruits and vegatables ("by only eating candy bahhhhs we don't know what we miss...")
turns out, the martian was a pre-tonight show Jay Leno... go figure...
oh, and don't forget Chow Daddy...
A MOTHERFUCKING WAGON WHEEL.
I'M HANKERING FOR A HUNK OF CHEESE.
Folks - 7 pages and no mention of LEGOS? Get the fuck outta here.
Transformers gets ONE Mention? Things were the ULTIMATE status symbol. I felt so jealous that my friend Brian brought in Omega Supreme to 2nd Grade (my parents couldn't afford it) that I didn't talk to him for two days. And JETFIRE? Game fucking over. That was like cool points for the entire year (for the kids with the rich parents).
But at least I had Megatron. I remember my mother's reaction when I opened it. She clearly had no idea that my father had bought her son a gun for Christmas. "Joan," he said, "He'll be fine." He was right, doggone it. Thanks, dad.
That was a year after I'd put the decals on Optimus' trailer just right as I sat by the kitchen window (there was more light there).
And those collect-em-all universe books that came in the Transformer boxes (with the requisite check-box next to the numbered list) were early collector pron. No doubt.
This new movie is going to suck for sure.
-Thousands of sermons. Thousands of youth group meetings (AWANA clubs)
-Clip-on bow ties
-Oregon Fucking Trail
-Those Scholastic book circulars in grade school (Capitalism in action)
-Reversible home/away soccer shirts with your last name and a number on them
-Tri-striped socks
-Four words: Matching Teal Sweatsuit Combo
-Hand-me-down jeans with "let out" rings around the bottom
-Glasses in second grade (when no one knew to pick on you for them just yet)
-Auto-shade precsription glasses that stayed half-dark all year round
-Hearing and spreading rumors about Faces Of Death being fake, but secretly not wanting to find out
-"If your hand is bigger than your face, you have cancer"
-"French" rolled jeans
-Friendship bracelets
-Being fairly athletic but being picked last or not at all.
-ALDI food for my most of my life untiI was 8 or 9 (canned corned beef hash was one of my favorites. Those and generic Pop-Tarts. I didn't taste the OGs until much later, and I remember not liking them at first because they were too thin and not doughy enough)
-Color-coded styrofoam McDonald's containers
-I remember the last year I wore Payless shoes - 6th grade. I was unmercifully mocked for having the "copy" Agassis (Air Challenge Courts). Got a pair of Air Ultra Forces 3/4s the after the Christmas break. The jokes stopped.
-Short-shorts in gym class. Having to wear them in freezing weather.
-Mortification whenever the squaredancing unit came up in gym class. The girls were the worst - one leered at me in gym class (also in 6th grade!) and said, "Ooh! I just love hot, sweaty guys." What's a poor Christian kid (in short gym shorts) to do?
-Threats of fights by the bike racks in back of school. Leaving out the side door.
Transformers gets ONE Mention? Things were the ULTIMATE status symbol. I felt so jealous that my friend Brian brought in Omega Supreme to 2nd Grade (my parents couldn't afford it) that I didn't talk to him for two days. And JETFIRE? Game fucking over. That was like cool points for the entire year (for the kids with the rich parents).
But at least I had Megatron. I remember my mother's reaction when I opened it. She clearly had no idea that my father had bought her son a gun for Christmas. "Joan," he said, "He'll be fine." He was right, doggone it. Thanks, dad.
That was a year after I'd put the decals on Optimus' trailer just right as I sat by the kitchen window (there was more light there).
And those collect-em-all universe books that came in the Transformer boxes (with the requisite check-box next to the numbered list) were early collector pron. No doubt.
This new movie is going to suck for sure.
-Thousands of sermons. Thousands of youth group meetings (AWANA clubs)
-Clip-on bow ties
-Oregon Fucking Trail
-Those Scholastic book circulars in grade school (Capitalism in action)
-Reversible home/away soccer shirts with your last name and a number on them
-Tri-striped socks
-Four words: Matching Teal Sweatsuit Combo
-Hand-me-down jeans with "let out" rings around the bottom
-Glasses in second grade (when no one knew to pick on you for them just yet)
-Auto-shade precsription glasses that stayed half-dark all year round
-Hearing and spreading rumors about Faces Of Death being fake, but secretly not wanting to find out
-"If your hand is bigger than your face, you have cancer"
-"French" rolled jeans
-Friendship bracelets
-Being fairly athletic but being picked last or not at all.
-ALDI food for my most of my life untiI was 8 or 9 (canned corned beef hash was one of my favorites. Those and generic Pop-Tarts. I didn't taste the OGs until much later, and I remember not liking them at first because they were too thin and not doughy enough)
-Color-coded styrofoam McDonald's containers
-I remember the last year I wore Payless shoes - 6th grade. I was unmercifully mocked for having the "copy" Agassis (Air Challenge Courts). Got a pair of Air Ultra Forces 3/4s the after the Christmas break. The jokes stopped.
-Short-shorts in gym class. Having to wear them in freezing weather.
-Mortification whenever the squaredancing unit came up in gym class. The girls were the worst - one leered at me in gym class (also in 6th grade!) and said, "Ooh! I just love hot, sweaty guys." What's a poor Christian kid (in short gym shorts) to do?
-Threats of fights by the bike racks in back of school. Leaving out the side door.
Hey,
I forgot these:
-Feigning sick to stay home from school to avoid bullies.
-Kicking that bully Kendall C****s's ass in 5th grade behind Glen Haven Elementary school (and everone saw it).
-Styrofoam lunch trays at said school above.
-Cosign on the 3-striped socks and short-ass gym shorts.
-Catching ringworm from the locker room in 6th grade (learned to put a towel down on the bench).
-Bee stings.
-Dissections in biology class.
-Being shy as hell with girls in elementary school.
-Playing football in the infamous '77 snowstorm in Aberdeen, Maryland.
-The nasty rowhouses on Broadway Avenue (Baltimore) where my uncle Bud lived (mad gully, rats as big as housecats-related).
-Candy bracelets.
-Mary jane candies.
-Lincoln logs.
-Those wooden puzzles in kindergarten.
-Monkey bars.
-Spraying on "Off" before going outside during summer.
-The stinky mosquito trucks that sprayed the neighborhood.
-Playing croquet as a kid.
-My first grade school crush (Lisa A****o) from 3rd grade (first kiss-related).
-Picture day in elementary school (little plastic comb related).
-Seein' my first set of (big) live boobies (Renata S*****) in junior high. Ole' girl developed way ahead of schedule.
Peace,
Big Stacks from Kakalak
I forgot these:
-Feigning sick to stay home from school to avoid bullies.
-Kicking that bully Kendall C****s's ass in 5th grade behind Glen Haven Elementary school (and everone saw it).
-Styrofoam lunch trays at said school above.
-Cosign on the 3-striped socks and short-ass gym shorts.
-Catching ringworm from the locker room in 6th grade (learned to put a towel down on the bench).
-Bee stings.
-Dissections in biology class.
-Being shy as hell with girls in elementary school.
-Playing football in the infamous '77 snowstorm in Aberdeen, Maryland.
-The nasty rowhouses on Broadway Avenue (Baltimore) where my uncle Bud lived (mad gully, rats as big as housecats-related).
-Candy bracelets.
-Mary jane candies.
-Lincoln logs.
-Those wooden puzzles in kindergarten.
-Monkey bars.
-Spraying on "Off" before going outside during summer.
-The stinky mosquito trucks that sprayed the neighborhood.
-Playing croquet as a kid.
-My first grade school crush (Lisa A****o) from 3rd grade (first kiss-related).
-Picture day in elementary school (little plastic comb related).
-Seein' my first set of (big) live boobies (Renata S*****) in junior high. Ole' girl developed way ahead of schedule.
Peace,
Big Stacks from Kakalak
How about my absolute favorite game at the carnival was this big square piece of wood with red circles on it. You would throw a quarter on it and if it landed in one of the red circles you would when a record! I loved that shit. I was a record nerd even as a kid.
