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Today, as I lunched outside in the glorious weather (this is June? in Michigan? hunh?) I witnessed a sight that hit me right *there*. No, left, left, and then up about 2 inches. Yeah, there. That spot that makes you say "When I was a kid..." (or in my case, I go right to the "Back in my day..." in my Old Man Voice).
What did I see that affected me so grievously? Some Vapid Young Thing wearing a t-shirt that read: "Frankie Says Relax."
It was patently obvious the VYT didn't exist when FGTH was on top of the charts.
Ow.
Hell, I'm pretty certain that the VYT was barely a glimmer in her parents' eyes when I tracked down and bought a vinyl copy of that album when I was fifteen.
Owwwwwww.
What did I see that affected me so grievously? Some Vapid Young Thing wearing a t-shirt that read: "Frankie Says Relax."
It was patently obvious the VYT didn't exist when FGTH was on top of the charts.
Ow.
Hell, I'm pretty certain that the VYT was barely a glimmer in her parents' eyes when I tracked down and bought a vinyl copy of that album when I was fifteen.
Owwwwwww.
