Ok boomer
God it seemed like that fucking song was on a neverending loop for about six months. MTV must have played it once an hour.
Has anyone, even a child, ever fit in the back seats of a Porsche 928?
Sex education was a muttered warning about the school janitor
No special car seats, either, except for babies/toddlers. I know I used a booster seat when very small, and grew out of it when I was “tall enough to see out the window.” Then a few years later (some point in the mid-90s), the law extended the age that required car seats.
Thankfully I was above the age cut off - I’m pretty sure that after being told I’m “a big girl” and that I “grew out” of my booster seat, I would’ve put up a fight over needing to use one again.
Don’t worry, in a few years it will be Kenny G and Virginia Slims.
And eventually XXXTentacion and a Juul
I am in the back of the station wagon, unfettered
Living on the Edge is a completely different song.
Man I do miss the red velur/velvet whatever people used to put in cars. I thought it was a nice ascetic.
I rode in an older luxury one (I’m not sure how luxury a Chrysler New Yorker was seen at the time, but it had clearly been a premium model) years later as an adult and it was plush and comfy. Kind of annoying to get in and out of because it really grabbed at your clothes, but I can understand why it was once seen as a luxury feature, especially compared to the vinyl in my dad’s pickup truck!
Wouldn’t you be listening to Living on the edge by Aerosmith?
This is what I opened the comments for.
Also a reminder that Steven Tyler is a predator in the bad ways.
Hes not even subtle about it. I cant listen to aerosmith anymore, half the damn song lyrics are about how much they like underage sex
As long as you’re not Living on a prayer. I’ve listen too much of that song.
You’re halfway there
Man I’m glad my mom never smoked
Same, her or my dad!
I can smell this meme, and I don’t like it 🤢
When you get home, she turns on the TV and it’s 3/4 of the way through a rerun of the Beetlejuice animated show premier. You hear your mom cough and light another.
Oh, no. My mom wouldn’t let me watch Beetlejuice because he’s a demon.
Stop hurting me like this.
Now your mom has to turn her oxygen off before she can light up.
Lol reminds me of everyone’s back seats with all the little (and sometimes not so little) holes melted through from the cigarette embers flying back.
