Remember when punching was okay? It used to be a sport...a fun little game...light-hearted fun. There was the buddy punch...the little soft punch-push to the shoulder or the cheek of your pal. Or the slug-bug...a fun, travel game with the family and friends. And the tootsie pop. I remember as a kid (who knows who came up with it and why)we would eat those tootsie pops and save the wrappers. If the wrapper had an Indian (politically correctness overlooked) and a star by its bow and arrow...you got to have free reigns to punch someone. Now the wise old owl, from the tootsie pop commercials, tried to get kids to buy into a different game...a game where you guess how many licks it takes till you get to the center of the tootsie pop...but we're the kids of America (whoa, oh) and all we wanted to do was sucker-punch!
2 comments:
hahaha. "hey buddy, ole' pal."(punch)
and then someone wrote a song about how many licks does it take till you get to the center of one. and we used to dance to it at the Big Easy. oh no!
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