>>
>>>>Oh Yeahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
>>>
>>>Man, I'm programmed by my childhood. I saw that and instantly
>>>imagined myself as a member of a multi-ethnic group of happy but
>>>thirsty ten-year-olds turning to the exploding brick wall and shouting
>>>delightedly, "Kool-Aid Man!"
>>>
>>Um. What? It was a general comment of approval.
>
>Maybe you're too young to remember... back when I was a kid, there
>were ads for Kool-Aid (if you're from a foreign country, Kool-Aid is a
>popular brand of powdered drink mix, available in a variety of fruit
>flavors, some of them quite weird - I'm very fond of their Blue
>Raspberry Lemonade variety) on Saturday-morning TV which featured a
>mascot character called Kool-Aid Man. Kool-Aid Man was a man in a
>gigantic plastic pitcher costume, like a sports mascot, if you ever
>found a sports team called, say, the Oskaloosa Pitchers Full of Fruit
>Punch. Thirsty kids would cry out for relief, and with a jaunty cry
>of "OH YEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAH!", Kool-Aid Man would crash through the
>nearest wall, leaving a Kool-Aid-Man-shaped hole in his wake, and
>deliver unto the kids refreshment.
>
>I saw so many of those ads during my formative years that your
>statement instantly triggered the recollection. :)
>

You know, Gryph, this was sort of the Image I got as well... except that it was YOU cracking down the wall; and were greated as "FAN-FIC MAN!!!!!!"

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