That's right. I said beeper.
Dude, where have you gone? Gone are the days of looking at my Mountain Dew beeper & going, "the fug?", then realizing I had to refer to my beeper language manual to see what people were saying to me.
Anyways. Beepers, or pagers, as the sophisticated like to call them, were the shit. You know you had one, don't be ashamed. And while we're at it, let's throw in a double-whammy & talk about pay phones (cuz if you got beeped, you know damn well you had to somehow dig up 10 cents out of the greasy carpet in your Tempo in order to call someone back, like NOW cuz you didn't have the Zack Morris phone just yet).
BTW, do you like my play of links today? Woohoo!! Yay blogger!



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