Racism was dead and gone until Obama brought it back. It's true, I saw it in a Facebook meme yesterday.

I'm sure the people of Cicero are really hoping that this doesn't become a thing, like the pizzas thrown on the roof of the Breaking Bad House.

In 5th grade, the pretty girl in my class very publicly pretended to have a crush on me, because isn't the thought of her liking somebody like me just hilarious?

In all seriousness, did we go to school together? I had a pair of K Swiss sneakers in 6th grade and I got absolutely destroyed for them. A few years later, they seemed to grow in popularity, but at the time, I might as well have gone to school with paper bags on my feet.

I wouldn't eat those if I were you. I have it on good authority that they're genetically crossbred with Styrofoam.

Sucks for all the people who did stuff like that before social media. These days, he'd be a viral sensation, with articles like "This janitor left school while still on duty, what happened next left me SPEECHLESS!"

The lunch lady at my school could pull trays of tater tots out of the oven without oven mitts. No, I never personally witnessed it, but my friend had math class with a kid who swears he saw it happen, so it's pretty much confirmed.

I'm probably going to steal that "R-words" thing. I also struggle to reconcile my love of the home team with the goddamn ethnic slur in its name.

Maybe all of the Bulls merchandise was bought up by the kids in my Northern New Jersey Middle school. I can remember it being everywhere. Dallas Cowboy stuff too, even though you could see the New York City skyline from parts of my town.

The Hornets were huge in the early/mid-90s, regardless of where you lived. Everybody loved Grandmama.

God, how I envied those asshole kids that got a real Starter jacket back in the day. Not only were the jackets cool, it also meant that they didn't have to spend hours at a Burlington Coat Factory every year trying to find the one single coat in the whole store passable enough to avoid being mercilessly mocked for…

I'll C U when U get there

One time, I was perusing old TV reviews and saw somebody that would post "Last!" years after the oldest comment. I really admired the commitment. They weren't just in it for the upvotes.

I feel like successfully convincing that guy that she was an Arab and not Hispanic would not have ended up working out too well for her either.

In addition to making all jokes funnier, yelling also makes foreigners understand English better. There's truly nothing yelling can't do.

Weird that, with the ability to talk to the dead, she could finally put to rest many of the existential questions that have dogged mankind for thousand of years, but instead chooses to play silly guessing games like "Did your grandfather worry about money before he passed?"

My friend in Middle school's house rules that were in addition to getting all of the Chance/community chest payments, you also got $500. So even if somebody hit free parking right before you and cleared it out, you'd still get at least $500. I think they're still playing that game I started with his family in 1996.

She awakened something in me, if you know what I mean…

Same here. I actually googled it. It was Headstrong by Trapt.

We got ears, it's time for cheers!