Remember G.I. Joe? Remember the television cartoon based on those wonderful action figures? Or were they action figures based on the cartoon? Remember those great Public Service Announcements at the close of each show? You know, where you learned to never cook with the window drapes hanging over the flame, or to always wear a helmet when skateboarding, or to never play on thin ice? Well, someone out there (presumably some college kid with too much time on his hands) has taken the G.I. Joe PSA to the next level. Enjoy!
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When I was a young one, I had this baby sitter. She was this super sweet Catholic lady who made homemade donuts every Friday. Her kids were not aloud to watch tele (ever).
Somehow my mom negotiated some tv time for me. So I would get back from school and watch GI Joe. Noone else was aloud to watch, just me. A king without a crown. So I would just sit in this wierd room with a hanging jesus cross and crack out. Go Joe!
When I was a young one, I had this baby sitter. She was this super sweet Catholic lady who made homemade donuts every Friday. Her kids were not aloud to watch tele (ever).
Somehow my mom negotiated some tv time for me. So I would get back from school and watch GI Joe. Noone else was aloud to watch, just me. A king without a crown. So I would just sit in this wierd room with a hanging jesus cross and crack out. Go Joe!
When I was a young one, I had this baby sitter. She was this super sweet Catholic lady who made homemade donuts every Friday. Her kids were not aloud to watch tele (ever).
Somehow my mom negotiated some tv time for me. So I would get back from school and watch GI Joe. Noone else was aloud to watch, just me. A king without a crown. So I would just sit in this wierd room with a hanging jesus cross and crack out. Go Joe!
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