"Way back in the 1980's, they didn't have band-aids. They just had to wrap their wounds in big bandages."-Simon.
Yes, way back then, they also had a television star named Mr. T. Apparently, sixteen year old boys of nowadays don't know anything about pitying the fool. Unless you count me, the storyteller, the fool. Then there was definitely some old lady pitying going on. Doesn't it seem like Mr. T would cross age boundaries? He stands the test of time, right? I guess not. I was like, "A Team. THE A TEAM...Mowhawk, gold chains..." I was a breath away from humming the show's tune. Nothing. I got nothing.