Michael Jackson On The Dating Game In 1972
“Whoop-de-doo” and “Good night nurse”–Archie Bunker.
“… Now I’ve retired, my son’s moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, I’d like to see you if you don’t mind
He said, I’d love to, Dad, if I could find the time
See, my new job’s a hassle, the kids had the flu
But it’s sure nice talking to you, Dad
Sure nice talking to you ….”
- Harry Chapin
I find it idiotic beyond belief that these KIDS would be on a national televised “Dating Show”, at the tender age of 14. And then we wonder what has happened to our youth 37 yrs. later.
Making A Man
Hurry the baby as fast as you can,
Hurry him, worry him, make him a man.
Off with his baby clothes, get him in pants,
Feed him on brain foods and make him advance.
Hustle him, soon as he’s able to walk,
Into a grammar school; cram him with talk.
Fill his poor head full of figures and facts,
Keep on a-jamming them in till it cracks.
Once boys grew up at a rational rate,
Now we develop a man while you wait,
Rush him through college, compel him to grab
Of every known subject a dip and a dab.
Get him in business and after the cash,
All by the time he can grow a mustache.
Let him forget he was ever a boy,
Make gold his god and its jingle his joy.
Keep him a-hustling and clear out of breath,
Until he wins–nervous prostration and death.
—Nixon Waterman
poor #3…never gets any questions. then he asks the other two which cartoon #3 looks like…she has to feel like crap afterwards.


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poor #3…never gets any questions. then he asks the other two which cartoon #3 looks like…she has to feel like crap afterwards.
November 8th, 2009 at 11:15 am
I find it idiotic beyond belief that these KIDS would be on a national televised “Dating Show”, at the tender age of 14. And then we wonder what has happened to our youth 37 yrs. later.
Making A Man
Hurry the baby as fast as you can,
Hurry him, worry him, make him a man.
Off with his baby clothes, get him in pants,
Feed him on brain foods and make him advance.
Hustle him, soon as he’s able to walk,
Into a grammar school; cram him with talk.
Fill his poor head full of figures and facts,
Keep on a-jamming them in till it cracks.
Once boys grew up at a rational rate,
Now we develop a man while you wait,
Rush him through college, compel him to grab
Of every known subject a dip and a dab.
Get him in business and after the cash,
All by the time he can grow a mustache.
Let him forget he was ever a boy,
Make gold his god and its jingle his joy.
Keep him a-hustling and clear out of breath,
Until he wins–nervous prostration and death.
—Nixon Waterman
burqa Reply:
November 8th, 2009 at 7:08 pm
“… Now I’ve retired, my son’s moved away
I called him up just the other day
I said, I’d like to see you if you don’t mind
He said, I’d love to, Dad, if I could find the time
See, my new job’s a hassle, the kids had the flu
But it’s sure nice talking to you, Dad
Sure nice talking to you ….”
- Harry Chapin
November 8th, 2009 at 1:14 pm
“Whoop-de-doo” and “Good night nurse”–Archie Bunker.
November 9th, 2009 at 8:52 am