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Read more...So I was thinking the other day, whatever became of the beloved cartoon characters from the 80's and 90's? I did a little digging and this is what I found.
Bumblebee from the transformers was set up in a sting operation by Chris Hansen on "To Catch a Predator". Apparently all of those times he had that little boy, Spike, drive him different places he was breaking the law by transporting a minor across state lines. Also he had a little boy inside of him, I guess there really was "more than meets the eye" going on there.
Rainbow Brite was last seen turning tricks in Las Vegas sometimes she can be heard from her bordello crying out for more color crystals.
After the failures of the Beauty and the Beast sequels, both the Beast and Belle entered the adult film industry. They are currently producing an adult film aptly named "Beauty and his beast".
He-Man and She-Ra finally married after realizing they were the only other people in the universe that actually "got" each other. They currently reside in the mountains of West Virginia because they're cousins and in West Virginia that sort of thing is legal. Skeletor is on display in your highschool biology room.
All of the My Little Ponies, I heard, are working in a glue factory.
Finally, I tracked down the Little Mermaid, she was single because apparently Prince Charming met Sebastian and decided he didn't want to be married to a chick with crabs.
I remember one cold winter I was flying through Chicago when I got the news that my flight had been canceled due to a mechanical issue. Now, it had been a long journey as I had just flown back from visiting my parents who lived in Singapore. The last leg of my trip was Chicago to Raleigh and I really just wanted to be in my own bed sleeping that night, but the fates had other plans for me. The airline I was on was kind enough to put me up in a pretty swanky hotel (OJ stayed there during his trial for a few nights, I kid you not).
Tired and bedraggled (yes I used this word and yes it is a word), I found my way to the shuttle stop for my hotel. I had just missed the bus and would have to wait at least another 15 minutes. While waiting, I pulled out a cigarette and began to smoke. It was then that a guy dressed in a Santa Claus costume came up to me and asked for some change. At first I thought he was with the salvation army, but then I realized a. it was after Christmas and b. he had broken glasses and a black eye.
Apparently he had become homeless after he bought a company for 20 million dollars and his kids managed it into the ground. He then proceeded for the next 10 minutes to offer me sage advice. I figured, "well, he is older and has a lot more experience than I do, I should listen to what he has to say". So I sat and listened as he imparted 5 decades worth of knowledge onto my 20 year old mind, soaking it all in.
When my shuttle bus finally came, I felt sad to have to say goodbye to my new friend. I gave him 5 bucks and a few smokes and walked up the stairs of the shuttle. As I got comfortable in my seat and leaned my head against the window, I looked outside to see him pull a flask from his coat pocket and take a swig. I let out a sigh and a stark realization hit me. I had just listened to 10 minutes worth of advice from someone who was a homeless alcoholic. Sure buddy, I'll listen to what you have to say, that way in 30 years my life can turn out just like yours!
Perhaps one of the most embarassing things I can remember from being a kid was my Christmas chorus concert when I was in 4th grade. I was living in Tokyo going to an all boys Catholic school. Every year we had a Christmas concert that alternated themes. One year we would sing about Santa Claus, the next year we would sing about Jesus.
My fourth grade year I had been chosen as one of the representatives from my class to help tell the story of Jesus, which meant dressing up like a wiseman, standing on the middle of the stage and between songs I had to deliver lines. I know, this doesn't seem like a huge deal, but our concert consisted of Kindergarten through 8th grade, which meant there were probably 4,000-5,000 parents in the auditorium, not to mention the 100 or so students in each grade who were also on stage.
The way the concert worked was like this. Each grade would take turns singing different songs, the representatives with speaking roles would sing during their class songs and when they were over they would say their lines from the story into a microphone. The singing did not have any microphones, but because of the sheer number of students, was very loud.
As the concert drew nearer, I had learned all of my lines and had also learned all of the songs that I would be singing. Because I had to go to all of the rehearsals, I even learned most of the songs the other grades were singing and I felt that some of the songs were catchier than the ones my class was singing.
As the concert started, I took my spot at center stage. I was so nervous, when I was speaking, I would be the only thing that the auditorium would be able to hear. This was the first time I was on a real stage (it was also probably the biggest audience I've ever had at a show I was taking part in). As it came my turn to speak, I got the words out with no problem and as my class started to sing a second song, I noticed that even though I was standing in front of the microphone singing, that I couldn't hear myself. I decided to sing louder into the microphone, but I still couldn't hear myself. I figured that they turned the mic off between speaking roles and the singing. This seemed like a great opportunity to show off my rock star skills.
It was so much fun singing into a mic that was turned off, that I decided to sing the songs from the other classes as well, the only issue was that I didn't quite know all the words. So I did what any little boy would do when he didn't know the exact lyrics. I made some up. Now because I was 9 or 10 years old, most of the lyrics I made up dealt with poop, pee and any expeletives I might have learned (I had two older brothers so that was a lot). The night was a blast I can't remember ever having as much fun.
When the concert was finished I found my parents and was ready for them to drive me home. It had been a long night and my rockstar rush was starting to wear off. When I finally found my parents, my mom gave me a big hug and told me what a great job I did, but then she asked me if I knew that I had been singing into the microphone. My stomach dropped.
As I got to school the next day, everyone was laughing at me all the way to the chorus room. My choir teacher found me and asked me to come to the front of the room. He proceeded to tell me that I had ruined the entire show, all the tapes were ruined and that I needed to leave his classroom and not to come back for the remainder of the year.
It was true, I had ruined all of the recordings from the show and the fear of stage fright that left with me still hasn't completely worn off. In retrospect I wonder why I never made it on to America's Funniest Videos, but I assume because that would mean they'd actually have to play something funny.
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