My grandma used to cook the ever lovin’ hell out of the turkey, until it practically collapsed on itself. We called it her “road kill turkey.” Haven’t seen one like this since she passed away in 1994.

I think I just got an Icee headache from 50 years ago

If it hadn't been for Schoolhouse Rock, there'd be at least one 57-year-old still sitting in her tiny seat at Grandview Elementary trying to pass her multiplication tables.

Nor "Cabaret."