Mystery Date

[tikistitch]

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Yesterday, someone put up a link to this fantastic old Milton Bradley commercial, which we are actually ancient enough to remember seeing on a genuine black & white teevee.

But it got us thinking: Mystery Date proffered a variety of "good" dates, like a preppy dude, and some twit dressed in ski pants. But, the game's "dud" date (which would make you lose all your cards) was the nerd.

Since tiki is a nerd, we actually ended up marrying a fellow nerd (the bodacious mr_tikistitch), who, aside from being cute and smart, actually holds a steady job at a dot.com.

What exactly is the "dreamy" ski bum date doing nowadays?

Bite me, Mystery Date.

Comments

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

You know how brain-damaged I am? I remember the commercial, but have no recollection at all whether or not I ever actually played the damned game.

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Considering that it ran every 15 minutes on Saturday and Sunday mornings for approximately a century, or at least it seemed that long, this is not surprising. It's drilled into our heads like that goddamned Frito Bandito song.

[nitasee.livejournal.com]

that goddamned Frito Bandito song

Oh, thank you so much for giving me that damn earworm!

Let me return the favour: "Screaming yellow zonkers. Screaming yellow zonkers. Screaming yellow zonkers."

[annlarimer.livejournal.com]

Weird. I remember the animation, but I don't remember the audio at all.

Of course there's always, "Nesbitt's Orange Soda Pop! Soda Pop! Soda Pop!"

[nitasee.livejournal.com]

I don't remember Nesbitt's Orange soda pop, but the Screaming yellow zonkers I remember vividly. Think of conga-line type music.

[tikistitch.livejournal.com]

To which I may only reply:

Apply directly to the forehead!
Apply directly to the forehead!
Apply directly to the forehead!

[nitasee.livejournal.com]

*smack*