Yeah I remember that one too! All kinds of stuff like standing up, twirling around three times and shouting… Most of the class was racing through it as fast as they could. 5th grade I believe…

came here to say the same. I’ve spent a lot of time on this one!

You’ve got upper management written all over you.

noise canceling bluetooth headphones (Sony XM3s, in my case). They are always near me. Thousands of hours and I haven’t even changed the earpads yet. I don’t know how I lived without them.

better fire up the VPN too. You don’t want your ISP to know that you’re gay-boxer-curious!

Hah! I appreciate your honesty.

My mind focused on the word “weed” and got very confused… had to reread a few times :)

Three’s Company

Pee-Wee’s Playhouse

Beavis and Butt-head

Aww I loved scooby and the wonder years

oooh I love pav bhaji! Never thought to have it for breakfast though… good idea.

Yep. My parents are in their own echo chamber of Fox news and other 80-year-old racist fucks, and anything you try to say bounces off them with the basic formula you outlined. Actual external logic doesn’t matter. The wild thing is how big that echo chamber has gotten.

Yo, that girl was my scariest thing for years. Oh man.

ohhh yeah I think I remember that one too :)

Did you have the little switch screwed into the back of your set to go from “TV” to “GAME” ?

also, I came here to post “Atari 2600” but I’ll leave it in this comment instead :P

The Big Lebowski

When they seem to think it’s socially acceptable to scroll while hanging out with other people. I usually give the benefit of the doubt–“oh they’re responding to a text… right? oh damn, they are scrolling? and I’m sitting right here with them?”

Maybe like 20 years ago, my partner and I were at a couple-friends’ apartment on a hot sweaty summer day. The four of us sitting in a small circle on the hardwood living room floor, smoking a bowl… Nothing but the sound of the flicking lighter, and the squeaky hum of the ceiling fan providing us with some margin of relief from the heat. Ahh…

Then boom. The ceiling fan’s loose screw squeaked its last squeak and the whole fixture fell, heavy-ass motor assembly and all, exactly in the middle of our circle. One of the wooden blades nicked my friend on the way down for a bloody eyebrow. But the heavy middle part, which could’ve killed any of us, landed right in the middle of our little arms-length bowl circle. This wasn’t one of those skinny modern fans you install by yourself… The thing was freakin’ heavy.

“Whoa.”

Was there a laugh track? :)

leaf blowers

Like a Surgeon…