The Survivors

This week, I’m joined by my longtime childhood friend as we challenge ourselves with bedroom double entendres. We then revisit a simpler time — when kids were feral, neighborhoods were our playground, and supervision was virtually non-existent.

From consuming questionable toxins like Super Elastic Bubble Plastic, dodging lawn darts and surviving Action Park, we somehow managed to emerge from the ’70s and '80s mostly intact. Come join the glorious chaos that we somehow survived.