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Whoa, those are some crazy, unpredictable reactions you're having to those ads.

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Not unless I have the cash up front, I shouldn't.

TM

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We had this restriction as well. It was a fricking breakthrough when we got to have Cinnamon Life.

For whatever reason, the limits only applied to breakfast cereal, so we could have regular Coke, Little Debbies, whatever.

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or the length up front.

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Good lord, you are annoying. Spooky's post was subtle and you have to take it, and hit us over the fucking head with it (PUN INTENDED!!!!). I think the majority of posters will agree that I am mainly correct when I say that you are entertaining only yourself.

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I'm trying to get approved for a Neilsen box, so that I can convince the TV programming people that yes, there is an audience for anything that's on PAX.

Oh, and to convince Subway that the Jared ads really, really work.

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I'm not sure if we had a gun ban or not - we never in fact had them, but my mom never objected to our playing cops & robbers or whatever with other kids. Wait - we definitely were allowed water pistols, so I guess there was no gun ban. I somehow never managed to get the cap gun I wanted, though. I think my mother always remembered the holy hell she and her siblings got into in the '50s when her older brother shot the kid next door out of a tree with a BB gun (From the downstairs bathroom window, which sounds like a pretty good shot to me ...).

My mother banned anything but whole grained cereals & breads, and tried to impose that organic PB crap on us, too (it was all over during the '70s, as I remember). She also banned blueberry muffins in favor of some horrific homemade bran things she cooked up. Bleeaauch. We got her to rethink the organic PB, 'cause even she had to admit it was a slimey obscenity, and my father rebelled at being denied Wonder Bread, but she stuck it out on the muffins and cereals.

We secretly bought boxes of sugared kid cereals and hid them under our beds and ate them late at night. To this day I buy Fruit Loops and Captain Crunch on the sly and eat them dry by the handful, even though dry Captain Crunch will flay the inside of your mouth. The Mr. sometimes catches me trying to sneak them into the cart when we shop and looks at me like I'm bonkers (for sneaking it, not for buying it, though he wouldn't touch the stuff).

Do Not Post When Hungry
 

Rash of SpongeBob nappings spurs Burger King to offer a year of free Whoppers as a reward

They even set up a tipline, although it isn't toll free. Cheap bastards.

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Toy guns were ok for us, but we got lectures all of the time about real guns. We never had access to the guns, but the lectures we got were deadly serious. To this day, it bothers me when I see a (purported real) gun pointed at someone on TV or a movie or something, because it was ingrained in me young that you never, ever, ever point a gun at a person.

We also got cigarette lectures, and it was NOT ok to play smoke. My dad caught my cousin and me puffing on cigarette candy one time, and I thought he was going to kill us right there and then. Play drinking was ok. (My grandfather had a 40 foot bar in his house, and we used to play behind the bar all the time. The adults liked it that there was an army of bartenders-in-training ready to pour them rum and cokes and gin and tonics. It occurs to me now that I had an odd upbrining.)

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Translation: I am fancy.

Thurgreed's Oral Sex Guide II
 

Apparently, Thurgreed decided to update his blowjob post with cunnilingus instructions on the LA Craigslist Rant and Raves:

For your edification.

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Oh, please. Don't EVEN get me started on the cereals. The most exotic brand we were allowed to have was Rice Krispies (but at least it was a name brand, and not from the organic food store and made of kelp). When we would visit my grandmother, we were allowed to have ONE junk box of cereal for the whole week. (I can't remember whether it was one box each, or one box for all of us... perhaps it was one box each.) It was a pretty big deal when we would go to the supermarket to pick any cereal we wanted!! I remember being pretty loyal to King Vitaman (I can't remember if it was spelled that way or not -- but it was definitely pronounced Vita-Man -- the jingle was: "King Vita-Man -- have breakfast with the King!" -- man, what a crappy jingle, although I guess not, as I still remember it with perfect clarity.) I also liked Frosted Flakes. My brother was a Captain Crunch man.

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Seriously? I eat nothing but organic/natural PB. Jiff, peter pan,e t al are nothing but corn syrup with some peanut flavor: WAY too sweet, IMHO.

This Whole Steroid Thing...
 

I'm starting to think Conte et al used the Giambi's for a steroid experiment... Jason got the good stuff and Jeremy got the placebo.

Would explain a lot.

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How much money do you spend on car service and cabs in a month? Aren't you the one who takes a cab to work every day also?