Like many teenagers, I had a bunch of posters on my walls.
Well, not too many, as well… we didn’t have a lot of money for such things.
However, I had good friends, and they usually kept me in posters. The last ones that I remember were the following:
- A Judas Priest poster featuring Rob Halford, with leather pants, vest, hat, and riding crop.
- A Lamborghini Countage car poster
- A tiger or something like that
It was fairly lame, but it was the best that I could do. When I was younger (late 1970′s), my mom would go shopping with me, and we would buy all kinds of fantastic fantasy posters (all illustrated) and put them on my ceiling. We had one of those houses with the attic ceiling, which was just perfect for all of the stoner posters I was buying.
But, it was pretty cool, and I loved it. I also tore up my Star Wars comics, and hodge-podged them all over the place too.
What did you have on our walls?
- Daniel
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What’s a ‘you you’?
Good eyes, Patriot!
You know, I’m not certain what a “you you” is either.
Therefore I’ve escalated your claim to the Ministry of Celebration. I’m sure that they’d be happy to consider your new word for the upcoming 83rd edition of the Authority Dictionary. Please fill these forms, and have them stamped at the Department of Hope.
Perhaps, you’d like to fill out this application for THE EYES. While it is just a “fun” and “casual” club, you may find some valuable experience that aids in our war against CREATU.
We’re watching you, Patriot!
- The Authority
Do you remember the Farrah Fawcett poster that was world famous? I had her on my wall and she must have been very cold during that photo shoot! My goal was to warm her up, but that just never happened.
I would have gottten away with it too, if it weren’t for those STONER POSTERS!
Wolverine vs Hulk poster was my favorite on my wall. I don’t recall the rest.
Did you know that the original signers of the Divine Secrets of the You-You Sisterhood poster, six lost their pants and died pantsless? Five were reduced to petticoats and forced to run into the wild woods. The rest packed up their things and moved to Beverly… Hills, that is. Woo wooo! (locomotive sound here)
ya’ll come back now… ya hear?
T’aint joinin’ no club less’n I gets me a kickass pair o’ goggles outta th’ deal.
Marrock, good Patriot, we’ve already sent a squadron of CrowBots to escort you to tonight’s meeting. (Detention block 9f.)
Don’t worry, you’ll get your “goggles”.
*grins in a distinctly unsane manner*
Oh goody… time to stock up on spare parts again.
*gets out the -big- crescent wrench*
It’s kinda fun to use comments to RPG.
Sorry… the Baron is bored.
i cringe now that i’ve read your comments to say, my walls and ceiling and every inch of my room was covered in Donny Osmond posters. And…. I still have them all. Most of them have Michael Jackson on the back of them. Not that he would recognize himself.
That’s funny. Don’t cringe. I cringe when I think of myself trying to emulate Rob Halford with a leather hat and a riding crop.