I'll soon put you young whippersnappers in your place. Why, in my day, we didn't even had these g'ddam fancy-pants "platformers" or computers. My pals and I would all come home from the assembly line during the wee hours of the mourning. We would all go to the Fedora Lounge downtown, but would tell our familes that we were working overtime. Whew-wee, what great times we had then... we would usually just tune into the Jack Benny program, maybe the Lux theatre, and knock back a few... this was in the early 40's as I recall, and we were still pretty young at the time.

Well after the war, my buddies and I would do the same thing when the 50's came rolling around with the greatest invention of our time, television. I told the boys that it would never fly, but by golly, did it ever. Who would know that those same geniouses that gave us that goddarn flickering box would decide to hook up a typewritter to it.