How could anyone with good fashion sense think that shoulder pads that big actually looked good?
And here I thought Andrew Ridgely was the member of Wham! who preferred the fellas. Who knew?
I much prefer Star Trek: The Next Generation (or as I lovingly refer to it "The Bald Generation) to the original Star Trek.
You take the good, you take the bad, you take them both and there you have the facts of life.
What WOULD we do, baby, without us?
If I eat enough Jell-O Pudding Pops, will I dance like Bill Cosby?
Where's the beef?
It's time to make the doughnuts.
Love, exciting and new. Come aboard, they're expecting you. (Now there are some careers from that show that really went down the tubes).
I'm not quite sure what fantasy I would have Mr. Rourke grant me on Fantasy Island.
You might as well face it, you're addicted to love. (I got that Robert Palmer album on CASSETTE TAPE for my 18th birthday from my friend, Mary).
Michael Jackson was still (relatively) normal and still looked like himself (mostly) after his (probably) first rhinoplasty. I guess. I think. Maybe. Hee! Heeeee! Shamone!!!
Just a small town girl, living in a lonely world. She took the midnight train goin' anywhere.
Everybody cut loose, foot loose!
My fella, Ron, just told me in an e-mail that he would put on his skinny tie and read my blog when I'm through writing it.
Might as well jump.
Go ahead and jump.
Siouxsie and the Banshees.
Square Pegs. Max Headroom. Karate Kid. Top Gun. Glass Tiger. Howard Jones. The Thompson Twins.
I wanna be a cowboy. And you can be my cowgirl. My name is Ted, and one day, I'll be dead, yo yo yo.
John Hughes films.
Friday night videos.
And now...
Babe, I'm leavin', I must be on my way, the time is drawing near. . .
2 comments:
Jello pudding pops, YUM!
Ok, we have talked about the 80's wayyy too much lately. I think it is time for another 80's game night! As Blondie would say, "Call me, call me, anytime..." because "Girl's just wanna have fun!"
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