The year was 2016, the Zika virus was afoot, Ryan Lochte lied about being robbed at gunpoint at the Rio Olympics, Kim Kardashian was actually robbed at gunpoint in Paris, and the class of 2020 settled into life at Kenyon. It may have only been around 4 years ago, but life was different and the time is ripe for us to lotion up our liver spots, pop in our orthopedic shoes, and chomp down on our dentures, as we reminisce about back in the day…
Who remembers, on that fateful day, February 25, 2018, when the world was deprived of Boy Pump?
(this post was inspired by a comment made by Tyler Raso)
Middle-school kids often get bored and do dumb stuff in the summertime. Shocker, I know, but some kids take their boredom to more extreme ends than others. Case-in-point: me and my childhood friends. Almost none of what we did during the summer could be construed as safe, whether it was ultimate fighting in a basement (we had just seen Never Back Down), or throwing dry ice at each other. (Looking back, basically all we did was try to push the limits of how much we could hurt each other without our parents knowing.)
