What ever happened to....

In this installment, i present to you: stuff that is no more... or is it?

Tan M&M's?

Now this one, i know the answer to, they were replaced by those bastard blueballs, and that's fine and dandy and everything, but why did it have to come at the expense of another color? If nothing else, they should have gotten rid of the dark brown m&m's, or i like to call them, "camouflage M&M's" because they're the SAME freaking color as the chocolate underneath them. I mean, they might as well make shiny chocolate, and print an "m" on that... now that i think about it, how do we know that's not what they already do?

Which also leads to the question, what the hell are the "m's" that are printed on the candy made of? I mean, what if it's candy goodness covering a chocolate (and sometimes peanut, crunchy or peanut butter center, depending on the color of the package) center, but with arsenic lettering on the outside?

Scott Baio?

I'm not really old enough to remember the good ole "Happy Days" er.. days, but i surely remember when Charles was In Charge. Scott Baio was a hunk (or so said the girls at the time), and the show was pretty entertaining. There was the cute little kid, the neglected middle child, the hot older sister, and the old geriatric (who has since starred in such unforgettable classics as "Prison for Children" and "The Last Chance Detectives: Mystery Lights of Navajo Mesa"). They even had the plucky comic relief, and also that dude Buddy (if you're keeping score, that would make Scott Baio the plucky comic relief).

Sub $1 Gas?

This is the oldest picture i could find, but when i started driving, gas was a mere 87 cents. When premium would go over a dollar, the old timers would talk about how in the 70's, gas was really cheap at around $1.50-$2.00 (i asked about the wrong time period to make my argument really stick).
According to the picture however, the gas stations made up for having such cheap gas by charging $400 for a six pack of beer.

Fun Dip a.k.a. Lik-M-Aid?

Man, this stuff was like crack for kids back in the 80s. I would go to the local Weigels (if that tells you where i came from), after school, and buy one of these every day. You'd get your white stick (which consequently could be cut down with a razor blade on a mirror and snort it if you were creative and resourceful like myself), lick it, stick it in the mystery bag... pull out whatever stuck to the stick, suck that off, and repeat.
I usually got impatient with this process after about two sucks (either due to my ADD, which didn't exist in the 80s, or the sugar high that i was experiencing), and tear open the bag, and down it in one fell swoop. Sometimes, i would try to swallow it down the wrong tube, and it would be a virtual powder confetti-palooza.

Slap Bracelets?

I used to have a ridiculously large collection of slap bracelets in grade school. I would wear at least 4 per arm, and during class, would pull straighten them out, and attempt to slap them back on my wrists as quietly as possible as to not have them confiscated by the prison guards, a.k.a. teachers.
I was so enthralled by the whole concept that at one point, i decided to tape a bunch of them together and see if i could make the thing go wild. Unfortunately, i was not equipped with the proper tools (turns out one layer of scotch tape didn't do the trick), and after the first one snapped around my wrist, the others simply gave up and fell to the ground.

And now, for the Mitch Hedberg QotD:

I got my hair highlighted, because i thought some strands were more important than others.