Trainin' Time

In this JOHNSON FOLLIES we see people wildly overdressed workout, because in the seventies we hadn't yet invented sweatpants or fishnet tank tops. All we had were peace signs and crotch laces. That's how it was, and we liked it.

Ol' 49 is back to thrust his meaty finger in our collective, panting faces. He wants to run up the score, unlike today's sissies who are overly sensitive about the margin of victory. DESTROY THEM HUMILIATE THEM RIP THEIR HEADS OFF

Because this is a neighborhood football game between a bunch of kids, so yes, by all means crush them without mercy. And if they have to choke on Nerf, all the better!

Which is great, but... Does it mean anything if the other team cares so little that they lie about in the most wanton dishevelment? I mean, even the team dog is getting nicely toasted on mohitos and rocking to Supertramp on KIMN 950AM.

"...dependable, logical, practical..."

49's energies seem to be misplaced. Perhaps he should rescue the Iran hostages instead?

Next Week: Iranian Hostages Rescued By Pointing