Through the courtesy of Flintstone feet.

When one is exposed to The Flintstones at an early, impressionable preschool age, and then one intentionally re-exposes oneself to the modern Stone-age family during the equally impressionable college years, one tends to think in Flintstonian terms:

-The Barney Rubble version of ‘Happy Anniversary’ is infinitely preferable to droning it along with the horrid Happy Birthday tune.

-Wilma Flintstone has the best garbage disposal and vacuum cleaner in the world in the world. But are they litter trained?

-People. Learn from the Rubbles and the Flintstones. Friends who are perfectly happy living next door to each other can’t live together without disastrous consequences.

-Remember the school bus driver episode? When Fred took a part-time job and turned into a quivering mass of antiquated lunchbox jello? Be kind to school bus drivers.

-Holding a flame under a thermometer to appear ill will not raise your temp to 140 degrees. Post Stone-age thermometers don’t go that high.

-There’s no bowling like Fred’s twinkle toe bowling.

-If the only new plot line writers can come up with involves an annoying alien named The Great Gazoo, maybe it’s time to fold up shop.

-Every show should have at least one episode based on ‘Rip Van Winkle’.

-Once you see ‘Perry Masonary’ on the Flintstones you can never think of the actual show by any other name.

-Hanna-Barbera were not two young ladies who collaborated on ‘The Flintstones’. They were two middle aged men and it was pronounced Bar-BEAR-a thank you very much.

Th-that’s all folks!

Wait. 

I meant Have a Yabba Dabba Do Day.