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Other contenders for least PC would have to be the Go-Go Gophers (Indian stereotypes) and Speedy Gonzalez and his lazy relatives.

Slo-poke Rodriguez... "He pack a gun..."

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Excellent list. Especially lite brite. Remmeber that ulitmately nervewracking game, Operation? And Hungry Hungry Hippos, which was also a great commercial
and speaking of commercials, could someone explains Jane Russell's 18 hour bras? Like, do they crap out after 18 hours? What happens if you hav a long day at the office? Do things just crash?

I still say I have that not so fresh feeling after a workout, but apparently no longer can say, ancient chinesse secret as it aint pc

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Hippity Hop. My family had two. No t.v., mind you, but two hippity-hops.

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We were not permitted to have big wheels, the theory being that they were so noisy that you could not hear cars coming. So I quickly learned to ride a bike (no training wheels - my mother was Lutheran) and of course clothes-pinned a baseball card to the frame. Go speed racer, go!

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The quality sucked....so I hear. :) And there were NO special features. But, it's available for rent at my local Hollywood Video, so it wouldn't be THAT much of an investment for the Battlestar Galactica enthusiest who can't wait for the next Sci-Fi channel marathon.

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I also remember (by heart) this ludicrous bit of advice from another LDS PSA:

My teacher told me . . . I should never tell a lie
'Cause a lie will bring you . . . trouble, by and by.
It's an awful thing to do
And it's true as true is true
You'll feel bad and then you'll start to cry.
You'll feel a painful awful pounding in your head.
Your face will get all hot and turn bright red.
Your heart will start to thump
In your throat you'll get a lump
And you'll feel so bad you'll wish that you could
Lie right down and die!
Just remember never never tell a lie
(Even a small one)
{Big finish, chorus line style}
Just remember, never never tell a liiiiiiIIIIIIIIE!

I don't remember experiencing any of those somatic symptoms on the frequent occasions I engaged in juvenile mendacity.

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Land of the Lost with Marshall, Will and Holly
Cousin Brucie on AM radio (didn't know FM existed)
Wacky Packs
Magilla Gorilla
The New Zoo Review
Macrame
Chutes and Ladders
SPUD
Miss Mary Mack, all dressed in black

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I think insurance companies have eliminated this joy of childhood (the Homer Simpson strategy of placing a "danger" sign notwithstanding).

A propos of this very thing, the Wall St. J. last Friday(?) had an article about a variety of uninsurable things, including certain breeds of dogs, including, to my surprise, Chows (as well as Rotts, pit bulls, and some other breeds). Next up on the list for elimination is, apparently, diving boards in your backyard pool. And when I say uninsurable I ought to say (so RP doesn't start up again) that insurance cos. refuse to insure a house at which any of these items are present.

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Correction, they won twice:

http://members.aol.com/howard217/epgs/laffalympics.html

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Whoa. Are you Jeffrey my nextdoor neighbor from FL by any chance?

Pretty sneaky, sis.

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Your rack droops down to your knees and you have to toss 'em around your neck like a scarf to hold them up.

Now that would be a fashion statement.

:eek:

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We must be exactly the same age. Did you grow up on LI?

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This header and this thread beg the question- isnt the purpose of the Smithosonian to house all this shit from my childhood? Is it all there? If so, FINALLY! SOmething killer about DC. I am going this weekend. Someone say it is so. RP, wanna come with?

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Nope. NJ.

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And the ultimate disappearing culture icon from the 1970s is........Michael Jackson - at least in his natural form and color.