I remember being 11, 12 years old, around 1995-1996.
I grew up in a typical two-parent North American household; my parents, god love them, had their own shit to deal with, though I found out a while back that it wasn't anything unusual; my dad, making close to six figures, had to put his money into the pool...my mom, making about 55k? My dad's money was 'our' money, but what she made (and it was nothing insubstantial)? That was 'her' money.
My dad, bless his beta heart, would watch it a bit with me when I was even younger, but the henpecking and nagging of my mother must have got to him; I had to seek it out on myself (thankfully this was in the era of the rise of the digital channel guide)
I used to sneak into the basement (and I miss that finished basement, I loved that finished basement; awesome sofas, a fireplace, a big TV, quiet and very-possibly noise-proofed with suitable ambiance...at least 15 girls have screamed and wailed down there while one or both of my parents slept 30 feet away...), around 10 PM, and on OFMT (I think it's called OMNI TV now), I'd bomb a classic Simpsons at 10, a classic King of the Hill at 10:30, the pithy nightlife report that ended at 11:07 and then, Married with Children, which always cracked me up.
I didn't fully understand why I laughed my ass off then, but I do now. As soon as I get my own pad, with a killer system, I'm heading to Amazon to buy the complete series.
And Christina Applegate...yeah I'd still fuck her, but only if I'd exhausted every and any available leads, but Kelly Bundy? Shit yeah.
I grew up in a typical two-parent North American household; my parents, god love them, had their own shit to deal with, though I found out a while back that it wasn't anything unusual; my dad, making close to six figures, had to put his money into the pool...my mom, making about 55k? My dad's money was 'our' money, but what she made (and it was nothing insubstantial)? That was 'her' money.
My dad, bless his beta heart, would watch it a bit with me when I was even younger, but the henpecking and nagging of my mother must have got to him; I had to seek it out on myself (thankfully this was in the era of the rise of the digital channel guide)
I used to sneak into the basement (and I miss that finished basement, I loved that finished basement; awesome sofas, a fireplace, a big TV, quiet and very-possibly noise-proofed with suitable ambiance...at least 15 girls have screamed and wailed down there while one or both of my parents slept 30 feet away...), around 10 PM, and on OFMT (I think it's called OMNI TV now), I'd bomb a classic Simpsons at 10, a classic King of the Hill at 10:30, the pithy nightlife report that ended at 11:07 and then, Married with Children, which always cracked me up.
I didn't fully understand why I laughed my ass off then, but I do now. As soon as I get my own pad, with a killer system, I'm heading to Amazon to buy the complete series.
And Christina Applegate...yeah I'd still fuck her, but only if I'd exhausted every and any available leads, but Kelly Bundy? Shit yeah.
