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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Ilaine who wrote (74167)	2/4/2000 7:13:00 PM
From: Ish	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

<<Gimme a break, you're older than me, and those songs were on the radio when I was a kid. >> Ok, I'm 39 and holding. Purple people eater and Itsy bitsy bikini were on the box at the table. A nickle got you two songs. Running Bear Loved Little White Dove was on there also. Jeez I can remember those old songs but not what I had for dinner. Hold on, I ain't had dinner yet.

To: Ilaine who wrote (74167)	2/4/2000 7:39:00 PM
From: jbe	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 108807

Thank God, I was TOO old to have heard that song any more than I had to, not to speak of that other godawful thing that Ish mentioned (the polka-dotted one). When I was a teen-ager, and juke boxes were literally everywhere you went, I was constantly being tormented by stuff like "Mairzy Doats." That last-mentioned abomination still haunts me; every so often the lyrics and that vapid melody they are set to start running through my head, and it is like being subjected to Chinese drip-torture. I don't blame your parents for turning those "songs" (ugh! ugh! puke! puke!) off! How could they have done otherwise? <g> Joan Edit: P.S. And -- to test your real ages -- did any one of you ever encounter an aural monstrosity titled "Cement Mixer, Putty, Putty"? That, I'll have you know, was supposed to be dance music. Well, in those days we actually danced like cement mixers -- heavy, slow, clumsy, and definitely BOR-ing.