Daddy's Got a Brand New Bag...err, Radio
I'm SO totally going to own this boom box. It's been years upon years since I've owned a ghetto blaster like this and it's about time that I remedy that.
Please tell me that you too owned a piece of hardware like this. I remember working all summer to buy myself a blaster that was bigger than our coffee table. For the brief time it took before someone went bigger, I was the king of the neighborhood. There was a time when your blaster was social currency.
It's time for that again.
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I'm sorry, did I see the words "ghetto blaster" up there? Would you believe I never looked at those words and considered their meaning before? I had a ghetto blaster growing up. Giggle.
That's right...ghetto blaster...that's what the fellas I grew up around called 'em. Funny to hear the word now.
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