the flintstones turned 50 today, airing for the first time september 30, 1960.
i never really liked the flintstones. i hated how fred was always screeching about something, or punching someone. he was an asshole to his wife, he treated barney like shit, and he basically abused their little dino. i just didn't get it and i didn't enjoy watching it.
the only really great thing about the flintstones, is the flintstones park!!! bedrock city, somewhere in arizona, is one of those things you almost drive by (on your long drive from california back to toronto), until your friend starts screaming "a flintstones park!!! a flintstones park!! stop!!"
and you stop, and you have a lot of fun. if ever in arizona, it's a must stop.
but anyways, in honour of the 50th anniversary of the flintstones, a reminder of simpler times:
2 comments:
There is archeological evidence that Fred Flintstone was indeed Jackie Gleason's ancestor.
I guess threats of spousal abuse are hereditary.
Ah yes, The Honeymooners and The Flintstones= great models of domestic bliss!
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