A long time ago, when I was 22, my first child was born. That kid grew up on a little Canadian kid's show called Polka Dot Door, produced by the TV Ontario network. And Dad, more often than not, sat through those shows with his little one. Nine or so years later when a brother, and a year after that when a sister came along number one son was moving on to Knight Rider and The Dukes of Hazzard. But there was a nice overlap where his siblings picked up where he had left off with Polka Dot Door. And Dad was right there to welcome them. So you're looking at a Polka Dot Door veteran. The show began in 1971 and ran to 1993. I didn't watch the full run but I did get in my fair share. The formula was pretty simple. A young male and female host, which seemed to change every week, sang songs, told stories, made crafts and generally did their best stimulate little brains. The show opened as follows... Imagination Day! Oh boy! You know what happens on Imagination D
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I heard these two remarks on the radio last week. Perfect!
That first pic was really disgusting. First the white man's butt had a pimple or something on his left butt cheek, but then it actually got worse when I realized that was black man boob, I was staring at.
Ick.
Oh and for the record it would have have equally disgusting if it had been white man boob too.
I'm an equal opportunity man boob hater!
hee hee
word veri: ionre
Ha! I am ornery!
You're hornery? Just from those pictures?