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<\/a><\/center><\/p>\nLike the late great Anna Nicole Smith, I’m fond of old things, but unlike Miss Smith, the old things I enjoy does not include fossils of billionaire oil tycoons or expired bottles of TrimSpa found underneath a purple velvet sofa cushion that Bobby Trendy<\/a> picked out while I thought I was Prince (Is it too soon for an Anna Nicole joke?). <\/p>\n Don\u00e2\u20ac\u2122t get me wrong, modern technology is wonderful; where would this fine blog be without it? Maybe morse code or carrier pigeon reviews? But let\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s step back for a moment; when young people would say “That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the bee\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s knees” instead of “That\u00e2\u20ac\u2122s the shiznit.” A time when dapper young men would check out if a gal had nice gams instead of an ill nana, badonkadonk or fire crotch.<\/p>\n A time when Beemans Gum wasn’t considered old.<\/p>\n When was that? Let’s just say it’s older than your great-aunt Josie from Brooklyn. You know the one I\u00e2\u20ac\u2122m talking about. The great-aunt that pinches your cheeks, thinks you\u00e2\u20ac\u2122re still fifteen (even though you graduated medical school) and still has plastic on the sofa, because she believes FDR or the Pope might stop in for a cup of Sanka. <\/p>\n Actually, Beemans Gum is much, MUCH older. <\/p>\n