WHY MY WILLY IS LIKE ICONS OF THE SEVENTIES
My Willy is like...
BELLBOTTOMS - because they are slim at the top, wide at the bottom, and they drag in the dirt. THREE'S COMPANY - because it's fine with two girls and a guy on it, but things get tricky when Mr. Roper shows up. And did I remember seeing comic actor Don Knotts on it once? A FAKE GOLD CHAIN - because a lot of men wrapped it around their necks in the seventies and their skin turned green. CHER - because neither of them enjoy Sonny Bono's clammy little hands all over them. CLOSE ENCOUNTERS OF THE THIRD KIND - because it’s spooky, thought-provoking, and the last decent thing Spielberg ever did. A PET ROCK - because it’s pointless, costly, and comes in a box. THE DONNY AND MARIE SHOW - because it's something the whole family can enjoy until they trot out their annoying little brother Jimmy. STRETCH ARMSTRONG - because I’m warning you, if you stretch it too far, it will never spring back and then it’s ruined. THE FIRST APPLE COMPUTER - because no one had any idea how big it would become. (Oh, and I hate Steve Jobs. That’s not about my willy; it’s just true.) THE POSEIDON ADVENTURE - because it once pinned Gene Hackman upside down. THE WALKMAN - because it’s too big to fit in your pocket, but do you really want to be seen with it hanging over your belt? BOHEMIAN RHAPSODY - because it's way too long and unwieldy, but had a surprising resurgence in popularity thanks to Michael Myers. THE BRADY BUNCH - because people of a certain age remember it fondly even though it was never very good. POLAROID CAMERAS - because you point it at someone and then wait to see what develops. PUFNSTUF – because it’s easier to understand why you’re watching it if you’re on shrooms. A MOOD RING - because it changes colors based on how hot things get. PLANET OF THE APES - because if you cover him up with enough make-up you can’t tell that he looks like Roddy McDowell. THE BICENTENIAL - because it only comes once every 200 years. SHRINKY DINKS - because... well, that's pretty obvious isn't it? |