I just scarfed down a midnight snack of Honey Smacks, and was shocked to get the toy surprise right off the top of the box. Surprised for several reasons. 1. The fact that I got the prize instead of my kids. Now that my youngest has a car and a job, she is never here. That means I got first shot at a new box of cereal for the first time on 15 years. 2. The toy was on top. When I was a kid, the prize was on bottom. I used to piss my mother off by opening the boxes from the bottom. She thought I was just too stupid to open them right. If she opened them on the top, I would pour out the box onto the table, grab the prize, and rake the cereal back into the box. I never got caught. 3. The prize was really cool. A real functional pedometer with batteries and an LCD readout. When I was a kid, it was some plastic cheesy worthless crap that was history in about a minute. The good prizes were lick and stick tattoos in the boxes of Cracker Jacks. Now those were the cheese. The cereal is exactly the same as 40 years ago. It was called "Sugar Smacks" when I was young. Now it more politically correct to call them "Honey Smacks." I guess putting a walking meter in them makes them even more health conscious. Here is a 1961 box of the real deal. Dang. What is the world coming to.
I just used to shove my grimy arm down one side of the box and fish around for the prize. Then, I'd have to try to reshape the box as it then had become almost oval from the top view. Then, BANG! I'd be off to tear apart some little stupid plastic something, try to assemble it in the absence of the instructions (which I tore while trying to open the celophane wrapper). Within moments, said stupid plastic something was FUBAR and no longer interesting. Hell, I might as well eat some cereal. And, yes, you must remove the word "Sugar: from the cereal, like Kentucky Fried Chicken is now simply "KFC." Marketing Spin Doctors know just how stoopid we are. Well, I'm going to eat a Lite Fudge Brownie and wash it and a new and improved metabolic speed booster/fat burner capsule down with a Diet Chocolate Milk now. Good times.
No, Diabetes ver 2.0 is an upgrade from Diabetes 98 Second Edition. Diabetes Vista is around the corner, surely.
I remember the "Free Toy!" Cracker Jacks when I was a kid - folks, a sticker or temporary tattoo is not a toy. Not even one of those plastic-groove-coated pictures that animates when you view it at different angles constitutes a 'toy' in my opinion. My mom showed me some of the 'toys' that she got inside the Cracker Jack boxes as a child - and they were real fucking toys. We're talking die-cast metal toy cars, figurines, etc. I felt gipped.
There was probably lead based paint issues on them metal cars that came in cracker jacks, that's probably why they stopped doing that.....
Or a choking hazard. Tos used to be dangerous back in the day. Remember Lawn Darts? What an accident waiting to happen. It's like mini-javelins for home use.
YES!! Whatever happened to all the FUN toys?!? I'd been looking for a set of those for ages, and finally, a set came into work (in the original box, even!) - That really made my day.
Man I agree. Paint Ball guns and much safer than the toys I had as a kid. We were so poor, I can remember putting and old towel around my neck, and clipping it with a wooden clothes pin. That was my BATMAN cape. We also took old metal rims and rolled them with a stick. I actually had a toy rifle made from a broom handle and a 1x4. and I ate freaking SUGAR smacks and Kellogg's SUGAR frosted flakes.
We were so poor, we couldn't afford towels so I fashioned a mask out of pieces of skin from my dad's feet and glued it together with that goo that comes from the corners of your eyes and strengthened it with my granpa's ear hair. I had a stick that I pretended was a mop handle that I then pretended was a toy rifle. My siblings and I would play "stare at the sun" for entertainment or crawl under the trailer and pretend to be tunnelling out of Alcatraz (an homage to Uncle Rufus.) I didn't really like Uncle Rufus to come around, though. He always wanted to play "Deliverance." I learned a valuable lesson one summer: when playing Hide and Seek, don't forget to check inside the old freezer -- I miss cousin Charlie.
I hate the ones you have to assemble, especially like Kinder Surprise that also come in that stupid protective shell, the one you cant open because your fingers dont grip the stupid plastic good enough. So you bite into at the risk of getting a small black plastic car tire ricochet up your nostril and lodged in your Temporal Lobe. Then you get the tiny instruction sheet which takes you 5 minutes to decipher and finally find out that it was a boat or plane, or something really gay, like they can't give us anything worthwhile like an Ecstasy Pez, or an eye-dropper with GHB measures on the side, cheapskates.
My AD/HD makes it hard to sit still for a session, just send the drugs to my house. You know the address.
I have access to a great new med called Suboxone. It was approved on Dec 6, 2006 to treat opioid dependence. It relieves pain, and does not work like methadone. Appears to be working well. The best part is that Counseling is required to get the stuff. http://www.suboxone.com/ I can hook you up with a 'script for that.
The generic form of "suxthebigone" is "suxabigun." Much cheaper. Come to my open house next Thursday Major. I am giving away lots of free stuff. My best buddy gave me some discount coupons for a therapeutic massage. That is probably what you really need. I'll bump your name to the top of the list for the "random drawings."
