As men in our early twenties, we can certainly appreciate the good ole days. A happier time filled with fanny packs, flannel shirts and blue jean shorts, greasers and socias, Celine Dion's Titanic song. Heck, we even remember lunches at the Max with Zach and the gang while we were living in San Francisco with our uncles Jesse and Joey, all while being pestered by our outrageous, though well-intentioned neighbor, Steve Urkel.
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