Air Dork.
My, how I long for those days when teenage boys played contact sports and whipped their skippies to fantasy humans.
Like, say, Princess Leia. Or Jaime Sommers.
Air Dork.
My, how I long for those days when teenage boys played contact sports and whipped their skippies to fantasy humans.
Like, say, Princess Leia. Or Jaime Sommers.
Jaime Sommers? C’mon, man.
Lynda “Wonder Woman” Carter? Now yer talkin’.
Was she human? I was thrown off by the invisible plane and the magic lasso.
She’s an amazon. They live in a secret place somewhere on earth. They’re like human++, special powers and all that.
I still can’t figure out the invisible plane thing. What’s the point,you can still see her even if you can’t see the plane. In the latest incarnation (warner bros justice league), they do away with that and just give her the ability to fly.
Well, I suppose being able to see her in the plane is set off by the fact that she could deflect incoming anti-WW fire with the Teflon Bracelets, or whatever those were.
But, c’mon, we’re talking fantasy here, and it wasn’t the plane or the bracelets or the lasso that was, uh, “throwing me off,” if you know what I mean. And I think you do.
Well, maybe the lasso.
You’re forgetting the Farrah poster. More boys held that poster with one hand than any in history.
Um… I’m not seeing the dork thing here. I must be missing something.
Y’know, when I was a teenager, I was in love with Bucky Dent. My obsession was such that I did, indeed, watch the movie he made after the ‘78 World Series, but not enough to make me overlook the fact that he sucked so bad he couldn’t utter his three lines in anything other than a monotone.
It was the beginning of the end of my Bucky affair.
Ah, those silly kiwi’s and their airplanes.
Mikeski – LOL. I think we all now know a bit more about your developmental years than we ever wanted to