Ryan and I came of age in the 80’s-90’s, and both have an deep affection for West Coast rap from that era, despite being a pair of pasty, middle-class dorks with zero street cred. We’ve been trying to find a time to see Straight Outta Compton for two weeks, with no success, but THIS WEEKEND…it will finally happen, thus this conversation.
Me: Movie and dinner? Hardcore couch makeout, after?
Ryan: Tomorrow, yes? Are we finally going to see our movie?
Me: 👉🏻👌🏻👮🏻
Ryan: Did you just emoji NWA?
Me: Yes, yes, I did.
Ryan: *slow clap*
Fisticuffs and Shenanigans 
I’m much too old and grew up in the age of Disco, Ska and New Wave… It’s lost on me and I’m rather proud it is too.
Dude, we’re the same age. I’m just more street. 😛
LOLOLOLOLOLOLOLOL
🙂
Well, Meg, this is my third go at a comment here, and I got nothing. You’ve left me speechless.
You’re just intimidated by how gangster I am. (she said…while eating popcorn and watching Parks and Rec)
Shivering in my boots. Wait, these aren’t boots, they’re Doc Martins…
Yep…we’re back in ’88.
I was more of a Duran Duran and Tears for Fears fan.
Agreed, but I had diverse tastes.