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Pippi & Pinky

My housemate Tom commented on my socks today. He said I look like Pippi Longstocking.


I had forgotten about Pippi Longstocking. I loved her as a kid. She was spunky, rich, independent, adventurous, red-headed and otherwise amazing.

Her full name is Pippilotta Delicatessa Windowshade Mackrelmint Ephraim's Daughter Longstocking. How can you even compete with that!?!

Also, Wikipedia tells me: In one episode of Pinky and the Brain, when Brain asks Pinky if he is pondering what Brain's pondering, Pinky replies with "I think so Brain, but me and Pippi Longstocking... I mean, what would the children look like?"

HA.
HA.
HA.

I also forgot how much I love Pinky and the Brain. My time-wasting on Youtube skills have produced the following gems:


I bet parents around the world hated all the swears their kids dropped trying to duplicate those tongue twisters!



(I didn't even know of IKEA yet...)


Did I know American Gladiator?? Would I have recognized ANY of the pop culture references? This show was brilliant. I need to watch it all now that I'm an adult.

Comments

Mindy said…
Heeheehee! I love them both too!

Man, you don't realize how innocent you were as a child until you look at things again when you're an adult... Sorta scary, isn't it?

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