Imagine three Zugs quietly reading in the living room when suddenly I yell “OH MY GOD!” at the straw-in-the-nose scene. 🤢 Forget the earworm, I’m never going to not imagine what that feels like! 😂
So much of the above I wasn't.....and, so much to relate to! Never smoked, and was never Jewish, although my sis-in-law is Jewish, my family's best friends (the Fred & Ethel Rubinowitz to Mom and Dad's Lucy & Ricky) were Jewish, and I went to Hebrew High--well, that's what the LARGE Jewish student body at early '70s Bellaire High in SW Houston called it! (still a large Jewish population in that general area, I read recently). They also called it Bethlehem on the Bayou! So, I feel as if I'm one of the chosen Chosen....or, at least an early-round draft pick.
Your stoned Jewish Teen Boy exploits remind me of nothing of my loner (late '60s-early '70s) teen-hood spent huddled in my room listening to endless vinyl, reading liner notes and rock mags, and at nights going either to a free rock concert (thanks, Daddy!) or an Astros game in the Dome (thanks, Daddy!).
BUT, in the late '80s-early '90s (I was 35 in '90, for point of reference), during my days as a pro youth minister at two Lutheran churches (with a B.A. and certification), my high school youth groupers were madcap sponges for all the classic rock I could feed them (and were eager to hear my stories from the decade before--that I'm now writing about here on the 'Stack!!) Our church was in Cerritos (southern L.A. country for non-Angelenos), just above Orange County....every year, we'd get annual passes to both Disneyland AND Knott's Berry Farm! 'Twas an embarrassment of riches! We'd go to one of them every summer day.
We'd go to Carl's Jr. every Wednesday night after Youth Night ended at 9. They were "typical teens," I suppose, but unfailingly nice, and certainly thoughtful and kind. A couple, I suspect, might've smoked, but certainly nowhere near me. These were the guys who were skaters in '88 or so, and after I discovered I could skate (by borrowing one of their boards), I took 3 of them with me to have them help me pick out components for my own board! They LOVED doing that!!! I told them money was no object (hey, expense account!). We'd go to skate parks during the day, and one would bring his video camera so as to make our own skate vids, and we'd skate empty parking garages at night!!
After cooping myself up in my room during MY teens (so I could have something to write about NOW......here), I finally lived out my teenhood in my 30s with those kiddos! Thank you, Jon, Joe, Jason, Scott, a couple of Brians, and the whole bunch!
I honestly don't remember Das Racist at all. But the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut track sounds pretty funny.
Now, having grown up in San Diego, headquarters to the Jack in the Box empire, I'll take exception to the sullying of its name. Meaning: There's a long-standing mythos surrounding the JITB taco. Nobody has ever discovered or revealed its contents, but the deep-fried mystery shell was was the go-to filler for the 2 a.m. munchie run. Same with the 15-cent White Castle belly-bomber when I was a teen.
Thankfully, like you, I have forsaken all fast foods for the last five years. My digestive system has been forever thankful.
I also love how on Das Racist's mixtape, the song immediately after Combination continues the joke with "I'm at the White Castle (I don't see you dawg)" 😂
I haven't seen one of these combos in years! There were also a lot of combos involving Subway inside of truck stops for awhile too. Closest thing left is a McDonalds that shares the same space with a Stop & Go near me.
Imagine three Zugs quietly reading in the living room when suddenly I yell “OH MY GOD!” at the straw-in-the-nose scene. 🤢 Forget the earworm, I’m never going to not imagine what that feels like! 😂
This has been one of my favourite reads in weeks. We would have been good, good friends as teens.
So much of the above I wasn't.....and, so much to relate to! Never smoked, and was never Jewish, although my sis-in-law is Jewish, my family's best friends (the Fred & Ethel Rubinowitz to Mom and Dad's Lucy & Ricky) were Jewish, and I went to Hebrew High--well, that's what the LARGE Jewish student body at early '70s Bellaire High in SW Houston called it! (still a large Jewish population in that general area, I read recently). They also called it Bethlehem on the Bayou! So, I feel as if I'm one of the chosen Chosen....or, at least an early-round draft pick.
Your stoned Jewish Teen Boy exploits remind me of nothing of my loner (late '60s-early '70s) teen-hood spent huddled in my room listening to endless vinyl, reading liner notes and rock mags, and at nights going either to a free rock concert (thanks, Daddy!) or an Astros game in the Dome (thanks, Daddy!).
BUT, in the late '80s-early '90s (I was 35 in '90, for point of reference), during my days as a pro youth minister at two Lutheran churches (with a B.A. and certification), my high school youth groupers were madcap sponges for all the classic rock I could feed them (and were eager to hear my stories from the decade before--that I'm now writing about here on the 'Stack!!) Our church was in Cerritos (southern L.A. country for non-Angelenos), just above Orange County....every year, we'd get annual passes to both Disneyland AND Knott's Berry Farm! 'Twas an embarrassment of riches! We'd go to one of them every summer day.
We'd go to Carl's Jr. every Wednesday night after Youth Night ended at 9. They were "typical teens," I suppose, but unfailingly nice, and certainly thoughtful and kind. A couple, I suspect, might've smoked, but certainly nowhere near me. These were the guys who were skaters in '88 or so, and after I discovered I could skate (by borrowing one of their boards), I took 3 of them with me to have them help me pick out components for my own board! They LOVED doing that!!! I told them money was no object (hey, expense account!). We'd go to skate parks during the day, and one would bring his video camera so as to make our own skate vids, and we'd skate empty parking garages at night!!
After cooping myself up in my room during MY teens (so I could have something to write about NOW......here), I finally lived out my teenhood in my 30s with those kiddos! Thank you, Jon, Joe, Jason, Scott, a couple of Brians, and the whole bunch!
And, thank you, Steve!
I honestly don't remember Das Racist at all. But the Taco Bell/Pizza Hut track sounds pretty funny.
Now, having grown up in San Diego, headquarters to the Jack in the Box empire, I'll take exception to the sullying of its name. Meaning: There's a long-standing mythos surrounding the JITB taco. Nobody has ever discovered or revealed its contents, but the deep-fried mystery shell was was the go-to filler for the 2 a.m. munchie run. Same with the 15-cent White Castle belly-bomber when I was a teen.
Thankfully, like you, I have forsaken all fast foods for the last five years. My digestive system has been forever thankful.
Keep 'em coming, Steve!
Thanks for the shout-out Steve!
I also love how on Das Racist's mixtape, the song immediately after Combination continues the joke with "I'm at the White Castle (I don't see you dawg)" 😂
You also brought back a memory that my mom used to work at the rare "Red Olive" in Flagler Beach, Florida for awhile, which was a combination Red Lobster Olive Garden - https://www.eater.com/2012/7/16/6564785/yes-mutant-red-lobster-olive-garden-hybrids-exist
There's a combination A&W and Long John Silver's nearby... seems like the weirdest mashup to me.
I haven't seen one of these combos in years! There were also a lot of combos involving Subway inside of truck stops for awhile too. Closest thing left is a McDonalds that shares the same space with a Stop & Go near me.
The three of them are owned by the same company, which also makes the preferred soft drink there, Pepsi. It's all tied together.
I haven't thought about this song in YEARS and now it's going to live in my head all week. :D
Unironically a genius piece of art
Here in Winnipeg, Taco Bell is in combination with Kentucky Fried Chicken (in at least one location).