As a child of that time, but an adolescent of today, I'd like to bring some of it back to you and wish you all a good morning. It always amazed me how fun seemed so much more like fun back then. Maybe it has to do with the fact that none of their clothes were matching, or the fact that screaming and singing seemed to be synonyms... Considering that whole Berlin Wall fell and everything, I guess they had reason to party. Can we bring it back, please?
I might want to add that it's past two p.m., and that I should study and... oh, shit I just did.
Oh, well! Take some time to pump up the jam before you dig deeeeeeeep into those books.