My uncle’s mentally disabled.
He’s got size 16 shoes and probably weighs like 250 pounds and used to have a nasty fucking temper. When my cousins and I were really young, (not babies, but still pretty little) he would chase us down, trample us then grab our heads and shake the shit out of us until an adult would call him off. Suffice to say we were scared shitless of him and wouldn’t try and provoke him, except that he had a room absolutely full of cartoons and cool shit, which despite it being potentially life threatening, we tried to get into all the time.
I was in third or fourth grade this when this game came out. Now, my uncle had a shit load of NES games, including this one. I had already beaten it a few times, and – being a little older - was able to talk my way into his room and play this game with him. Later that developed into being able to come into his room to play a bunch of games, but he always liked watching me beat this one, either because I got to where I could beat it quickly without dying, or so he could shriek when you found Gizmoduck.
He still lets me into his room.
Theres a famous quote by John Lennon saying that when he made ‘Double Fantasy’ he wanted to "do something as good as 'Heroes'”
Coke was the big, new awesome in the seventies. Nobody really knew how badly it can fuck your priorities up until they were already pink-eyed dope wraiths, which is where Bowie found himself in the latter half of the decade. 
My uncle’s mentally disabled.
You have always accepted the conventional explanation that the "Paul is dead" theory was a hoax. Jimmy Olsen does not. That is why Jimmy Olsen is Superman's pal and has time-travel adventures and dates a foxy stewardess, whereas last night you debated whether the five-day-old Chinese food in your fridge is still good, decided it probably wasn't, but then ate it anyway.
