It’s the Great Pumpkin, Charlie Brown premiered on this day in 1966. For 60 years, Linus has served as the lone prophet of a pumpkin god slumbering beyond the veil of human perception, which is a lot of theological responsibility for a kid who still carries a blanket.
The last time Milwaukee went to the World Series, America was still buying music on eight-track tapes and making legally binding financial commitments to get a free copy of Frampton Comes Alive!
Somewhere in that neighborhood was a grown adult who looked at a little bald kid dressed as a ghost and thought, “Fuck him. Give him a rock.”
If you understand this image immediately, congratulations. You have passed the Gen X secret handshake.
IYKYK.
Hitchhiking really went downhill once there was a nonzero chance the passenger would become the Hulk.
RIP to Mike Ditka, the greatest coach who ever stalked a sideline. He was one magnificent, foul-mouthed son of a bitch. Da Bears.
Nothing prepared us for adulthood quite like getting absolutely drilled by Kevin in third-period gym.
Happy 50th to @AliciaSilv, seen here demonstrating 30 years of personal growth.


















