My son, who hereafter will be known here on the blog as "Junior Dude" (thanks for the nicknames QD, Cheesy Poof and Princess like theirs, too) woke up this morning wanting to talk about cavemen.
Mom. I wanna be a Flintstone.
Well guess what was posted at YouTube just last week. Kismet? Heh.
Big 80's. We live for big 80's. Screaming Blue Messiahs, ma hunnies:
The Morsel is partial to Heidelbergensis. Flinstone would be so much easier.
ReplyDeleteAt age 4, my daughter came back from the neighbor's house (an African American family) and was in a snit because she wanted to be black. She didn't want to take no for an answer either.
ReplyDeleteWhen I asked he why she wanted to change, she said, "Because I can't dance as good at them."
Apparently, white men can't jump and white girls can't dance.
Man, I hated that show. And I'm old enough to remember it in prime time.
ReplyDeleteGimme The Jetsons any time.
The Flintstones was a hand-drawn Honeymooners. with Fred as Ralph Cramden. Loved it 'till it jumped the shark with Pebbles and Bam-Bam.
ReplyDeleteSorry, never saw the appeal of The Jetsons.
THAT explains it.
ReplyDeleteI hated The Honeymooners, too.
The Screamin Blue Messiahs!
ReplyDeleteexcellent, pary on..
Whatever happened to 'em? Guess I'll have to go find out