Thursday, August 21, 2008
I finished my time machine! Check out the following photographic proof of my cosmic safari!
Here I am in 1956, where I cut a few tracks with The McGuire Sisters.
Then it was off to 1960, which is abundant in both sweet glasses' frames and Kennedy's.
I don't remember much about 1966, actually; acid tests and all that.
Since you all know the only reason I went ahead and invented time travel at all was to sleep with Stevie Nicks and Mick Fleetwood, 1978 was all in all it pretty fulfilling.
I wanted to stop by 1982 to see how the world was the year I was born. I booked it out pretty quickly, though; there's just way too much John Cougar Mellencamp in 1982 for my liking.
Last stop, 1994! Although I'm not sure why I bothered, since I actually did have this haircut in 1994, and it was just as terrifying and time consuming then as it was the second time around.
(psst: yearbookyourself.com)
1 comments:
holy shit. this reminds me of that time we went through your mom's old yearbook and selected all the people we wouldve harassed.
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