Weird stuff from our back room Part 1

Do you know what this is?


It is the heated up version of this:


I love lava lamps best when they're just warming up. I got this purple monstrosity in my tweens; we were all desperate to put our own twist on the 60's to build up our courage to smoke a little dope and see if we could, indeed, make love and not war. All that fumbling in parked cars and the woods behind our parents houses were a far cry from making love. At least I can say I've screwed in a snowbank, though. And in a tree. A few other odd places I'd rather not think about for fear I'll start getting jealous of my teenage self having had sex in wonderfully awful places that I wouldn't appreciate until I was too old to try again for fear of going to big people's jail. Lewd in public is not a charge I care to carry around at this stage in the game.

I do still make out to the Doors, though.