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  • Caused me to indulge in the herb!
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    • Remember this show? I think I must have been about 8 or 9 years old. Scared the bajebus out of me!
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      • My first ride!


        My last ride!


        My future ride!
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        • Originally posted by SEEGERMANY View Post


          Remember this show? I think I must have been about 8 or 9 years old. Scared the bajebus out of me!
          Oh yeah! I remember dark shadows! It was the last soap that came on right before The Munsters and the Addams Family after school.
          Prosecutors will be violated...

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          • Remember Cokes in the 32 oz glass bottles? Matter of fact, you could buy them in a six pack.
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            • Originally posted by SEEGERMANY View Post


              My last ride!


              My future ride!
              I think I just sharted reading this one

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              • Funny, but I would have been a lot better off if I had started with the RASCAL!

                Most of us posting in this thread seem like an active group of folks and I know as a kid, getting a cast on broken bones was about the coolest thing you could acquire! It might have been painful getting the break, but it sure had its advantages. Having a leg cast meant you got to leave class early. You got the best seats at basketball and football games. The chicks loved to sign your cast, etc, etc.

                Speaking of getting casts signed, I think it was my junior year and I broke my left leg in five places. I had a cast from the tip of my big toe all the way to my ass crack! Now, my mother had been through lots of casts with me and I remember her saying "try to keep this cast looking somewhat decent for at least a week or two!"

                Sure enough, people wanted to sign it and that was cool. Girls wanted to draw on it with various colors of Magic Markers. That too was cool. But there was one shithead in class named Rudy who was a badass or so we thought. He asked if he could sign my cast and I said sure, just don't write anything bad. I handed him a pen. Little did I know he had a black Magic Marker. On the back of my cast, out of view, he wrote "Hey Mark, FUCK YOU, Your Friend Rudy."

                As I left first hour class headed to the next class, I heard "Mr. Germany, would you mind stepping into my office?" The principal called my mother, told her that I couldn't come back to school until the cast was cleaned. She ended up having to get a new cast put on my leg for probably a C-Note or two. Imagine the talking to I got at dinner!

                P.S. Rudy was sent home for three days and got detention for the rest of the year.
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                • Remember SUGAR? You know, that white, refined, granular substance that you piled on your corn flakes or scooped mounds of it into your coffee or tea? What would Kool-Aid or Jello have been without piles and piles of sugar added to the mix?

                  Yes, refined sugar was supposed to be bad for us. It rotted teeth and caused asses to squeeze into jeans. But for all it's bad points, it sure the fuck tasted good! Cakes, cookies, pies, soft drinks, candies, even that wonderful cotton candy from the fair, all shared that magical ingredient, SUGAR!

                  Two weeks ago, I recently rediscovered SUGAR. I had ran out of that evil, satanic mixture known as Equal and I just don't like unsweetened coffee. But I happened to see a little sugar bowl in the pantry and let me tell ya, that was the best cup of coffee I've had in 20 years! The next day, I bought a five pound bag of that white, refined, granular mixture of the gods (no assholes, not blow ) and I've been grinning ever since. I don't know how long I'll keep my pretty grin as my teeth rot out from SUGAR, but at 50, I'm ready for some new chompers anyway!
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                  • Remember the hula hoop? My pap-paw bet me $5 (hey, that was a lot of money) that I couldn't hula hoop without stopping for five minutes. Latter in life, the hula hoop was also good to use as an excuse for your low back going out during sex!
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                    • I was going to say the Hula hoop, but I was'nt sure how gay of a direction this thread would take

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                      • Fixed!
                        "Wow,... that was some of the hardest rockin ever. Hardest to listen too."
                        --floydkramer

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                        • Hey jacksoncsplayer, does that answer your question!
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                          • Yes it does!

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                            • Well, someone already brought up mood rings, bell bottom jeans, let me take this all the way home...



                              "Wow,... that was some of the hardest rockin ever. Hardest to listen too."
                              --floydkramer

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                              • hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!
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