Tucson, 1980. But mine was chocolate brown.
It’s a Sickness, Really
Which is my favorite? Hard to say. They each have their charms, idiosyncrasies, and downright fails.
For sound quality alone, it’s a toss-up between the D-10 and D-15. My bedside unit is the D-171 because in the dark I can identify all the controls by touch. I alternate between the other three to take back and forth to the office and they all have excellent anti-skip protection.
Memories…
Don’t Mess With These Bitches
They will cut you.
This Brings Back Childhood Memories
Memories of My Childhood
(The tarantula and the horned toad never cooked properly.)
(My parents undoubtedly hoped the Johnny Seven gun would butch me up. It didn’t.)
https://youtu.be/zLPm1vx-UOg
To this day I remember exactly what that stuff smelled like.
Warhol Polaroid Portraits from the 70s
I lived through the era, but evenso I can only identify 5 of the 9…
You?
And NO ONE Cared
I Have Questions
Iconic
October 1982
I”m Going to Hell
Oh look! Stewie’s all grown up!
I’m Going To Hell
“And when it starts crying, I just close the drawer!”
I’m Going to Hell
“Lady, I don’t care who you are, but I am not your Uber, so get the fuck out of my car!”
I’m Going to Hell
“Wow, mom, I didn’t think you’d be able to fit Timmy in there…at least not in one piece!”
I’m Going To Hell
I’m Going To Hell
“I’d sooner go to a bukakke party hosted by the Trump brothers.
And go suck on a mint, will ya? Your breath smells like a rotting corpse!”
I’m Going To Hell
Mrs. Bommer adjusted her housedress and smiled as she thought, “I don’t even care if Dale sees the wet spot on the couch!” as Jimmy hurried back to his bike.
I’m Going To Hell
“Hurry up, Frank! He’s almost in to the elbow!”
I’m Going to Hell
Everyone was so much happier once Frank had the crew build those steps on the inside of the construction fence.
I’m Going To Hell
“Mmm…medical grade. That will make it easy to wash all the blood down the drain.”
I’m Going To Hell
Joe hated it when Bob’s wife came home early and he had to bolt out the back door and scramble over the fence.
I’m Going To Hell
I’m Going To Hell
“Now boys, it’s time to stop playing with that ball and come to bed and play with these!”
I’m Going to Hell
“Sit down, Henry! This ain’t the Popemobile and you ain’t His Holiness!”
I’m Going To Hell
“Abort landing! Repeat, abort landing! The giant is loose and on the flight deck and doing a fan dance!”
I’m Going To Hell
“I’m wearing my frilliest bra and panties today.”
“Yes, John. You’ve told me six times already.”
I’m Going To Hell
“Thanks, Joe. I really needed that. And, um…you’ve got a little spot there on your chin…”
I’m Going To Hell
“No, go ahead…guess! Which one is the same length as my dick?”
I’m Going to Hell
“The girls just bet me that you wouldn’t suck me off to get these 50-yard-line tickets to Sunday’s game. Prove ’em wrong, buddy. Right here, right now.”