You obviously missed the episode of Happy Days I guest starred in where I stood next to the Fonz and he morphed in to Potsie.
My teen years were the 80s. Missed it by "that much". In an attempt to drag this back on topic, my senior year in college I walked a girl to her apartment after a party. She invited me in for a beer. At that point, one more wasn't going to make much difference. We were sitting on her couch and she reached over, took my glasses off and said "You won't be needing these". Drunkl and waterbed aren't a good mix. I think I felt the motion for a week afterward.
Nonsense, he's got the leather jacket and everything. Plus he can make records play just by hitting the jukebox.
So would the updated Fonzie get Mp3s to play just by mind control? Maybe throwing the iPod across the room?
Y'know, I really expected to don my gay asbestos apparel after telling of my experience. either you want to leave it alone al-a the elephant in the middle of the room or you're that tolerant or you just really don't give a shit. whatever. thanks for not flaming.
some of column A, some of column B. There's a pretty diverse group here that for the most part is pretty tolerant.
There are some stories you should enter into It Never Happened book, which then ought to be burned to ashes. (Not that inverted nipples are a measure of a person, that goes without saying. I'm only talking generally.)
I've had my share of "hot" experiences, but unlike my romantic experiences, I think I'll keep those to myself. I will only mention the words bus shelter, shag carpeting, cars and the phrase "not in front of my parent's house", forests and mosquitoes, telephones and multitasking, bi-curiosity, the back of fabric stores, photographs, and April O'Neil costumes. Oh my!
^ What? Truth be told, I'm not sure I've had any "hot" experiences that weren't also romantic. Well, any where I could keep it up anyhow. God, I'm such a damn girl.