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The_Savior wrote:Remember those things you'd attach to your ankle and they spin around and you had to jump?
Like it was like some rolling ball like object. Sorta like jump rope.
Yes, my Sister had one of those as well,don't remember what it was called,just that it had a hoop for her foot and a length of plastic chord with a big plastic lemon on the end...and she wasn't very good at it.
I sprained and ankle on one of those!
What?
FITZZ wrote:
The_Savior wrote:
FITZZ wrote: Notice the complete lack of helmets and safety pads?...that was the 70's,we grew up tough back then.
Yeah bell bottoms are tough
Sears "toughskin" jeans...they cost 3 dollars and were like wearing a denim suit of armour.
I wear skinny jeans, so I'm to sure what these "Toughskin" things are.
Okay I'll state this for the record of clothing before we hijack my own thread.
I like skinny jeans because, I hate baggy clothing, and believe it or not (Emo/Scene/Goth/WTFever-mall kid aside) they're cheaper than most jeans.
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boogeyman wrote:How about lawn darts? Talk about safety.
Those aren't dangerous.
Now playing Horseshoes with drunken Hispanics/Mexicans is dangerous. My God barbecues were dangerous growing up.
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I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
FITZZ wrote: Yes,the Guns of Navarone set was great,although the one I had,while essentially the same where the mountain was concerned,featured U.S. soldiers VS Japanese soldiers.
I believe it was called " Mt. Suribachi" or something along those lines and was produced by Marx toys.
Is that the one that came with the green mountain? My mountain was green.
Yes,the mountain was molded from a greenish/yellow plastic and the Japanese soldiers were cast so as to the render them in a (in retrospect) extremely "stereotypical" manner IE. very slanted eyes,buck teeth etc.
....and are now worth a small fortune. Between my late stepbrother and I we had the Davy Crockett fort, Fort Apache, Robin Hoods castle, The Alamo, Desert Fox, and the Centennial Civil War sets. Those are all gone now but I still have some of the Miniature Masterpiece figures Marx made in the mid '60s. They are from the prepainted 25mm sized sets. I actually rescued them from the trash when our mother threw them out as junk many years ago.
FITZZ wrote: Yes,the Guns of Navarone set was great,although the one I had,while essentially the same where the mountain was concerned,featured U.S. soldiers VS Japanese soldiers.
I believe it was called " Mt. Suribachi" or something along those lines and was produced by Marx toys.
Is that the one that came with the green mountain? My mountain was green.
Yes,the mountain was molded from a greenish/yellow plastic and the Japanese soldiers were cast so as to the render them in a (in retrospect) extremely "stereotypical" manner IE. very slanted eyes,buck teeth etc.
....and are now worth a small fortune. Between my late stepbrother and I we had the Davy Crockett fort, Fort Apache, Robin Hoods castle, The Alamo, Desert Fox, and the Centennial Civil War sets. Those are all gone now but I still have some of the Miniature Masterpiece figures Marx made in the mid '60s. They are from the prepainted 25mm sized sets. I actually rescued them from the trash when our mother threw them out as junk many years ago.
Your right about those items being worth a small fortune in the collectors market now,i recently did a few searches,just to satisfy my curiosity,as to what the toys I owned would fetch these days,in used condition it was a pretty penny,in good to mint...my jaw dropped.
Now,I was fairly typical boy,so the vast majority of my toys didn't survive my childhood (the few that did bought it in Katrina),but if I knew as a child what I know now,I'd definitely have not as been so quick to blow so much of my stuff up.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
The other half of my hobby spending that doesn't go into miniatures is sunk into vintage 1980's GI JOEs. I like the ones that are still in their original packaging because nothing beats vintage toy artwork. And, when I walk into my hobby room I feel like I am a kid again walking through an aisle of Toys R Us.
DarkTraveler777 wrote:The other half of my hobby spending that doesn't go into miniatures is sunk into vintage 1980's GI JOEs. I like the ones that are still in their original packaging because nothing beats vintage toy artwork. And, when I walk into my hobby room I feel like I am a kid again walking through an aisle of Toys R Us.
Here is one part of my 'Joe collection.
Awesome. Awesome.
I remember so many of my friends selling their GI Joes at garage sales when they turned 13 or so...to buy cigarettes probably. I gave mine to my nephews and I think the family still has them. Except for Duke. For some reason, I hated Duke and thought he was just too 'cool'. We burnt Duke at the stake with magnifying glasses and 2cent a pack matches in the summer of '85 in a Cobra Black Mass in my backyard. All the other Joes showed up too late as Destro had already removed and devoured the heart. He was then strapped with explosives which only blew his thumbs off.
How about Buck Rogers in the 25th century? Anybody got a nostalgic chubby for that? I had most of the figs, but none of the vehicles.
The_Savior wrote:Remember those things you'd attach to your ankle and they spin around and you had to jump?
Like it was like some rolling ball like object. Sorta like jump rope.
FITZZ wrote:
The_Savior wrote:Remember those things you'd attach to your ankle and they spin around and you had to jump?
Like it was like some rolling ball like object. Sorta like jump rope.
Yes, my Sister had one of those as well,don't remember what it was called,just that it had a hoop for her foot and a length of plastic chord with a big plastic lemon on the end...and she wasn't very good at it.
chowderhead13 wrote:
FITZZ wrote:
The_Savior wrote:Remember those things you'd attach to your ankle and they spin around and you had to jump?
Like it was like some rolling ball like object. Sorta like jump rope.
Yes, my Sister had one of those as well,don't remember what it was called,just that it had a hoop for her foot and a length of plastic chord with a big plastic lemon on the end...and she wasn't very good at it.
I sprained and ankle on one of those!
Skip-it gentlemen, they were called skip-its. I know that only because the girl down the street hit me in the face with it once. Women be crazy
The_Savior wrote:Remember those things you'd attach to your ankle and they spin around and you had to jump?
Like it was like some rolling ball like object. Sorta like jump rope.
FITZZ wrote:
The_Savior wrote:Remember those things you'd attach to your ankle and they spin around and you had to jump?
Like it was like some rolling ball like object. Sorta like jump rope.
Yes, my Sister had one of those as well,don't remember what it was called,just that it had a hoop for her foot and a length of plastic chord with a big plastic lemon on the end...and she wasn't very good at it.
chowderhead13 wrote:
FITZZ wrote:
The_Savior wrote:Remember those things you'd attach to your ankle and they spin around and you had to jump?
Like it was like some rolling ball like object. Sorta like jump rope.
Yes, my Sister had one of those as well,don't remember what it was called,just that it had a hoop for her foot and a length of plastic chord with a big plastic lemon on the end...and she wasn't very good at it.
I sprained and ankle on one of those!
Skip-it gentlemen, they were called skip-its. I know that only because the girl down the street hit me in the face with it once. Women be crazy
Brother KC is indeed correct.
This is the one my Sister had...and it's potential as a weapon is very obvious.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
My cousin had one of the original ones...the kind you could burn the hell out of yourself with.
He made thousands of toy soldiers and bugs and such with it...very cool toy.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
snurl wrote:Toys that heat to 400 degrees are where its at.
Damn right. ...The kids from my generation carry the scars from their Thingmakes,Woodburners and Easy Bake ovens with pride,it was a better time when parents (for the most part) weren't trying to cover their kids in bubble wrap.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
The_Savior wrote:Remember those things you'd attach to your ankle and they spin around and you had to jump?
Like it was like some rolling ball like object. Sorta like jump rope.
FITZZ wrote:
The_Savior wrote:Remember those things you'd attach to your ankle and they spin around and you had to jump?
Like it was like some rolling ball like object. Sorta like jump rope.
Yes, my Sister had one of those as well,don't remember what it was called,just that it had a hoop for her foot and a length of plastic chord with a big plastic lemon on the end...and she wasn't very good at it.
chowderhead13 wrote:
FITZZ wrote:
The_Savior wrote:Remember those things you'd attach to your ankle and they spin around and you had to jump?
Like it was like some rolling ball like object. Sorta like jump rope.
Yes, my Sister had one of those as well,don't remember what it was called,just that it had a hoop for her foot and a length of plastic chord with a big plastic lemon on the end...and she wasn't very good at it.
I sprained and ankle on one of those!
Skip-it gentlemen, they were called skip-its. I know that only because the girl down the street hit me in the face with it once. Women be crazy
Brother KC is indeed correct.
This is the one my Sister had...and it's potential as a weapon is very obvious.
It's a hoop... with a lemon on the end... O.O
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Mandorallen turned back toward the insolently sneering baron. 'My Lord,' The great knight said distantly, 'I find thy face apelike and thy form misshapen. Thy beard, moreover, is an offence against decency, resembling more closely the scabrous fur which doth decorate the hinder portion of a mongrel dog than a proper adornment for a human face. Is it possibly that thy mother, seized by some wild lechery, did dally at some time past with a randy goat?' - Mimbrate Knight Protector Mandorallen.
Excerpt from "Seeress of Kell", Book Five of The Malloreon series by David Eddings.
"You need not fear us, unless you are a dark heart, a vile one who preys on the innocent; I promise, you can’t hide forever in the empty darkness, for we will hunt you down like the animals you are, and pull you into the very bowels of hell." Iron - Within Temptation
Joke all you want about the lemon man, its made of really hard plastic so it doesnt wear out fast spinning around on pavement. Take one of those in th face/balls and you wont be joking about lemons for awhile.
KingCracker wrote:Joke all you want about the lemon man, its made of really hard plastic so it doesnt wear out fast spinning around on pavement. Take one of those in th face/balls and you wont be joking about lemons for awhile.
Once again KC speaks the truth,my Sister hit me in the face with hers when I was 7...34 years later I still have the scar.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
I blame whoever attatched the lemon in the first place. lemons are usually docile creatures, whomever forced them into slavery must've been heartless =(
Mandorallen turned back toward the insolently sneering baron. 'My Lord,' The great knight said distantly, 'I find thy face apelike and thy form misshapen. Thy beard, moreover, is an offence against decency, resembling more closely the scabrous fur which doth decorate the hinder portion of a mongrel dog than a proper adornment for a human face. Is it possibly that thy mother, seized by some wild lechery, did dally at some time past with a randy goat?' - Mimbrate Knight Protector Mandorallen.
Excerpt from "Seeress of Kell", Book Five of The Malloreon series by David Eddings.
"You need not fear us, unless you are a dark heart, a vile one who preys on the innocent; I promise, you can’t hide forever in the empty darkness, for we will hunt you down like the animals you are, and pull you into the very bowels of hell." Iron - Within Temptation
I think its because while admiring the lemon, the "evil guy" took some lemon juice in the eye. And being an "evil guy" he made a pact to persecute lemons for all time
Avatar 720 wrote:I blame whoever attatched the lemon in the first place. lemons are usually docile creatures, whomever forced them into slavery must've been heartless =(
As I recall thousands upon thousands of Lemons were forced into bondage and servitude during that era,I can only imagine the intensity of the rage they all felt as they were forced to spin for hours to the sounds of Leif Garret and KC and the Sunshine band...Yes,their rage is clearly understandable,were I forced into the same situation I'd split someones lip as well.
Lemons..The Revolution will be freshly squeezed!
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I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
I am both selfish and chaotic. I value self-gratification and control; I want to have things my way, preferably now. At best, I'm entertaining and surprising; at worst, I'm hedonistic and violent.
