OR - He’ll be delivering the message that his brother is coming home and he’ll die in a tragic bike accident on the way to tell his mom.

I’m calling it now, he’s going to deliver the telegram notifying his family of his brother’s death. Now you guys don’t need to watch the movie.

And if you went to the USSR, you could trade them for Russian значки, the Soviet equivalent with Communist themes. I still have a few of those somewhere around. Good times.

People who love to scream about their rights rarely seem to understand that individual rights end where they begin to infringe on the rights of others... that’s kinda the point of how this shit was supposed to work. I mean, people’s second amendment right is cool and all but I still don’t see how it trumps my right to…

The drawings are called “pins”. You can think of them as brooches, for millennials! You can place them onto whatever you like.

I probably should’ve made a new burner for this, but I doubt he reads Jez, so here goes:

I do not know if mine counts because I did not actually go on the date. I was stood up by a guy because before coming to pick me up, he got arrested for shop-lifting a toaster oven at K-Mart using the self-checkout machines.

The one case that I was on was interesting in that it taught me that arriving at a conviction isn't as clear as you'd think; the guy was guilty, but not of precisely what he was charged with, so there was a lot of debate. Only two days, too. Better than my friend, who ended up on the jury of a purported mob boss and…

I actually enjoyed my first and only time serving on a jury, though it made me painfully aware that a jury of my peers is not who I want judging me. I thought the whole process was entirely interesting, though my fellow jurors were dumb as rocks. The whole thing ended up having to be retried because one of the jurors…

Obvious solution is apparently group sex. Keep your mind of your kids by strolling into a room full of other adults grinding against each other.

I'm from Colorado and while I knew of camp from books I never knew anyone who went. I asked my parents who took me to grand lake in a tent.

Is this a Northeastern US thing? I grew up in Salt Lake City, and I don’t remember any kids I knew or was vaguely familiar with going to “camp” (and that was across all religious and income lines). The closest thing to it were some day-time things where you’d do stuff for a couple hours (kind of like summer school),…

Gay.... AND INTERRACIAL??!!?

“Thought she was being overdramatic”.

As a straight woman; I don’t want to think about him in any sex act

That’s absolutely fascinating, and explains a bit of 12 yr old me’s immediate obsession with Duran Duran after seeing one video. Of course I ended up loving their music too. And am going to see them live next week. So....still fascinated.

Yes to Duran Duran. I video taped (on Betamax) Hungry Like the Wolf and played it over and over.

In all fairness, we also had this:

I may be one of the few 1980s teens who never crushed on Scott Baio (probably because I was crushing on Duran Duran). Knowing what a shitbag he’s become, I feel a bit...vindicated.

This look was very heavily marketed, believe it or not. Keep in mind back in the eighties, magazines like Tiger Beat were the main source of “heartthrob” photos/stories/promotions of the latest actors, and said actors were very, very carefully presented as harmless, doe eyed, and non threatening.