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| ID | Thread | Description | Posted By | Posted On | |
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| 2196 | You might be retro if... | If you remember that lame verdict from the O.J. Simpson trial in 1995. | Mr Magic | May 19, 2013 |  |
| 2195 | Favorite retro slogans | "Got milk?" | Mr Magic | May 19, 2013 | |
| 2194 | Best Zelda games | <blockquote rel="shakin steak"><b>shakin steak wrote :</b><br> <br> <blockquote rel="classicfangames"><b>classicfangames wrote :</b><br><br> Hi 'Vaporman87' never played the nes or snes versions. But the N64 Zelda games are the best in the series. </blockquote><br> <br> So, you say the best games in the series are also the oldest ones you have played. Have you ever considered playing the older games? They are 2D but I don't think that's a detriment. </blockquote> No I haven't played the old 2d Zelda games from the Nes. I don't think that i would get as attachment to them as the n64 ones. I think i prefer the 3d environments of Zelda not the 2d ones. | classicfangames | May 18, 2013 | |
| 2193 | Virtual Console Thursdays | Also on my game list for the wii virtual console is: The Legend of Zelda Majora's Mask - N64 | classicfangames | May 18, 2013 | |
| 2192 | What type of punishments did your school give out? | <blockquote rel="thecrow174"><b>thecrow174 wrote :</b><br> My record is clean. </blockquote> That's what all criminals say. ;):XD: | Vaporman87 | May 18, 2013 | |
| 2191 | What type of punishments did your school give out? | My record is clean. | Mr Magic | May 17, 2013 | |
| 2190 | Favorite retro slogans | We do chicken, right! | Vaporman87 | May 17, 2013 | |
| 2189 | What type of punishments did your school give out? | This is a forum of criminals. | Vaporman87 | May 17, 2013 | |
| 2188 | Favorite retro slogans | "It's finger lickin' good!" | Mr Magic | May 17, 2013 | |
| 2187 | What type of punishments did your school give out? | I had recently obtained a butterfly knife. I was no gangster and I didn't know any. I couldn't do the flippy-thing. I just thought a knife could come in handy, and bought one from a friend for five dollars. I had detention. This was freshman year. It was still nice and warm outside. Not two months into high school and I was already getting into trouble. That one detention I had in junior high was really kind of a mistake. I hadn't known I was doing anything wrong. But now, I was actively rebelling, and learning about consequences. I don't know what the detention was for, but smoking on school grounds is a pretty big possibility. Which was slightly silly, considering this was the first year that smoking was not allowed in the indoor atrium. But whatever. There I sat, in detention. In a huge, nearly empty cafeteria, so all the kids could be spread out and unable to talk to each other. I was drawing, as usual. I needed to sharpen my pencil. Now you know where this is going, right? I didn't think there was a pencil sharpener in the cafeteria. I didn't want to bother the teacher in charge, and I doubted he would allow me to get up and use a pencil sharpener if there even was one. I didn't even think I could get his attention without being "disruptive". (I later learned he is a pretty cool guy and I'm sure he would have. He had an [inconspicuous] earring and a full beard, and he liked the rock n roll.) So, out comes the butterfly knife and I start whittling away at the pencil point. I was wrong. It was very easy to get the teacher's attention. I was going, sharpen, sharpen, for all of about five seconds, when I sensed a presence in front of me. I looked up. The grizzled, glaring teacher towered over me. He held out his hand. Hopefully and nervously, I handed him the pencil and smiled. "<b>The knife!</b>" he sternly rejoined. Next thing I know, I am in the vice principal's office. A police officer shows up. He searches my bag. He pulls out a container of bubbles. "What is this?" he asked. Bubbles, I told him. He didn't believe me. He opened the bottle, probably expecting to find drugs. Nope, just bubble solution and wand. The weather was still nice. It was fun--a little incongruous(?) but fun, perhaps because of that incongruity--to blow bubbles outside before school. My box of crayons didn't have drugs in it either, but I'm sure would have been searched as well, if it was in my backpack instead of my locker. That's about it for what I remember. Maybe my parents were called. I don't know what happened to the knife. It went away. Into that magic closet of cool things that get confiscated. The next knife I had was also confiscated by police, on my 21st birthday. That one was also on my person for entirely innocent reasons. I've since given up trying to have one, since they seemed to get me in trouble more often than actually being useful. | shakin steak | May 17, 2013 | |
