although these pics may have been on a saturday ,it coulda been a sunday , so it's ok to represent these
as a typical sunday afternoon at old 27 . so there...
1983 - Wrong Number
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*Finally... the kind of story eveyone likes... a short one... in fact, from
what I heard... a tiny, little one...*
*1983 – Wrong Number*
*“*Larry? I’ve g...
16 years ago
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Hahahaha! Great! Thought I wasn't paying attention huh? Cyndi looks mighty strong there, what are we, the Monkees? Hey this brings back great memorys that I don't have, well, just general ones usually. Who cut our hair there Steve? And I think I even speak for Cyndi when I say, I never want to be in that particular position again. But really, I'd give anything to relive those moments, ya know?
well big d,the closest we can get to reliving those moments is with those pics,something that triggers our shared experience.thats one of the many reasons i do this...
Who'd have thought we'd be looking a these pics and talking about it via e-mail some 42 years later...
On Welcome Back Kotter the gang was called the Sweat Hogs, what are you guys the Hedge Hogs?
Steve, I really enjoy looking at these photos. This blog is very enjoyable. Thanks for keeping up the work.
sometimes i think gee i wish had had all this coolshit when we were kids.but then i think on all we would have missed out on.and it's totally ok...really glad you like the pics, tammy...they're quite the window to the past for all of us.and,i think hedge hogs would work.or maybe wart hogs...
Mr. T. says: "As you can see, the superior one is on the top, completely bored within the void of his brilliant mind." the one on the top is also completely full of shit. The one in the middle says "How long can I hold in this fucking position without.......oops!"
And the one on the bottom says "Alright, I smell that! Hoover, did you just fart on my head?"
The only thing you can smell from grammas front yard is those cedar hedges and pines. Oh, and sometimes cowshit if the wind was right. As low man on the totem pole all I can say is, the cream rises to the top.
Those were the days, weren't they? I can almost remember those pics being taken.
they were THE days as far as i'm concerned.you know none of us would have been in such a hurry to grow up if we had only known what really being a grownup was all about...
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