Karen Morgan's Glamour Shots In The Dark - A Full Comedy Special!

The Gen X part is so true. I was born in the 70's, grew up in the 80's and it was glorious. We had sooooooo much freedom and I completely miss it. We were forced to stay outside till the street lights came on and if one of us didn't come back then they were on Unsolved Mysteries. We were the last tough kids in this history of humanity.

I’m Gen X. For Christmas we got bendable Barbies, lawn darts, and pen knives. We’d go to the corner store with 25 cents and get a big bag of candy. In the summer we’d peel sunburned skin off each others backs. And I can still feel all the lumps and bumps on my skull through my hair from where I fell off things or got hit with things. It was a grand childhood.😊

I've never related so much to just about an entire comedy routine in my life. It's truly the most I've laughed at routine in ages... like I'm talkin a couple decades. And all without a bunch of filth or foul language. You basically turned the life story of Gen X'ers (especially us women) into comedy gold. It was brilliant!!! Thanks for shareing your gift and making me laugh.

When the road would ice up, we would put my dad’s cowboy boots on and he would roll the back window of the station wagon down. We would hooky-bob behind that Griswold mobile and we come into the house with ice burn on our faces and arms laughing like crazy. The old man loved it. I wouldn’t trade the way I grew up for anything. We chewed Copenhagen, snuck Budweiser at picnics, smoked cigarettes behind the school. We snorted pixie sticks and fun dip. We played wall ball and had ice ball fights, drank squeez-it, shopped at Kmart, rode in the back of grandpas truck. We shot bottle rockets at each other, got in fist fights, de-pantsed each other, pranked teachers, skipped school, and didn’t give much of a damn about anything. The cops were cool unless you got really stupid. I’m raising a 16 year old and I feel bad when I tell him about my childhood. It was full of innocence and stupidity. Every scar has a great story. We jumped on beds, shot each other with sling shots and pellet guns, rode dirt bikes with no helmets, hunted rabbits and ate them for dinner, caught fish and ate them for dinner, we fell in cactus, licked frozen playground equipment, fell through the ice, started food fights, and we laughed. The world was in the middle of the Cold War but we were isolated from it. We listened to horrible music, dressed worse, we had mullets and the girls had huge bangs! We used hairspray and hair grease. We would leave the house in the morning and come home when the first street light would come on. Sometimes we would go back out and meet the other kids at park and play steal the flag at night. It was fun. The grumpy old men would chase us around, never really intending to catch us, but it was their way of having fun. I think they got joy out of the whole thing. It’s sad to see children today, stuck in social media and being policed by everyone including the police. How did we let this happen?

I’m a Boomer who had the life of a Gen-X. In the summer, I’d kick off my shoes and go barefoot all summer except at church. My mom smoked while she was pregnant so she would not gain much weight.

As a southern Boomer, I would agree that Karen Morgan got it exactly right! Kids today don’t know what they missed not dropping quarters in the cigarette machine, or chasing the mosquito sprayer truck on their bikes, and hiding in the DDT cloud! I laughed out loud so many times I lost count! Come to Virginia!

My mom hanging up her glamour photo in the livingroom when I was in highschool in the 2000s was something else. 😂

Oh, the good old days - we used to play outside till dark. A friend of my sisters had a father who was an appliance salesman and sometimes he'd bring home a giant refrigerator box and we'd take it to the empty field at the end of the street that had a hill on it. We'd take the box to the top of the hill, all climb into it and get it moving so it would roll down the hill. Another thing we'd do in the forest in upstate New York in the summer is we'd take a toboggan to this hill in the pine forest and all sit on it lined up behind each other and then ride it down the slippery pine needles, then take it back to the top and do it again! Talking about candy back then - after I did my chores my father would pay me and I could buy a Hershey's milk chocolate bar and a Yoo-Hoo for less than a quarter! I used to love those little wax bottles - I'd carry the 8-pack around and save 'em for later. Thank you for the reminiscing, Karen; I haven't thought about that in years. I really enjoyed your stories; you GO girl!

Pajamas and alcohol. Living in America. Don't touch my Oreos.

I am 58 and I use to go to store and buy cigs and beer for my parents. My dad ( or mom ) would call the store and say Im sending my boy down for beer and thats all it took. The owner would say ok Bill. They didnt even care bout the cigs then. I was under 10 years old most of the time. I could get some of that crappy candy too with the change left over. One time when I was about 13 my dad was pretty hammered and he said BOY its about time you learned to drive. So he put me behind the wheel of his big 4 door Dodge Monaco. Now these were big 70 cars that could take out take out a city block like a battering ram. I could barley see over the steering wheel too and I drove him to the LIQOUR store because he was too drunk to drive apparently. Well he got his bottle and I drove us home. Let me tell you I was pretty damn nervous about driving that big car down public roads at 13 while dad was taking shots out of the bottle he just bought. Dad was spouting off stuff but I was too focused on not killing us to really hear what he was saying. All mom said when we got home and walked in the door was wipe your feet. It didnt even phase her.

Thank y'all so much for watching & for all of your great comments! I appreciate all of y😍u!

Boomer, 68 yrs. old, grew up in McDuffie Co., GA. My brother almost shot me in my left eye with his BB gun, my weapon was a homemade bow & arrow made of stick & string. I was 5 he was 7. Mama didn't even spank him, no, I got the spanking. War with dirt clods, beaned in the forehead with clay mud clod wrapped around a rock while riding my bike. Climbed trees, rode them over, tied them to the ground, someone would get on & we'd cut the rope & see who could hang on the longest before being thrown off. 🤣

Lol...that giant metal slide memory was literally burned into the back of my legs when I decided to wear shorts that summer. Good gravy it was hot!!

Not much changed between the way boomers and Xs grew up. Except our playgrounds d had dirt surfaces that magically became mud after a rainy night. Either it was hard or it was mud, so you Xs had it good. Lol.😂

I was born in 1966 in the Midwest and, you nailed it! "I'll be out side", is all you had to say and you are off into the world...

If a man says he’ll fix something, he will fix it. There is no need to nag him every six months about it.

1st year GenX, sitting her in Athens, Georgia, laughing out loud with tears streaming .😂 Thank you, Karen. I feel like i was just transported back in time. Loved all of it!🎉 You should give a performance at the Athens Classic Center. Please.

OMG so funny. I’m a boomer and that is exactly how I raised my Gen X kids. BUT, it is ALSO how my parents raised me. No fears, no anxiety, no caution, no Save the Children. We were all feral creatures. 😂

I am watching this at 2 am in our guest bedroom/office/study and laughing so hard I am worried about waking up grumpy. She needs her sleep so she can pummel me all day.. As Boomers born in 47 and 48 my wife and I raised a couple of those Gen X kids ourselves. We lived in a suburb of Chicago and the winters of 76, 77 and 78 were too much for us all. It took 45 minutes to get three kids into their snow suits only to have them beg to come back in after 5 minutes out in the cold. My wife could never watch her daytime soaps or just catch a breather. So we moved to Southern California in 79 so the kids could play outside all day. That's what we told them. I remember our kids experiencing all of those "mean candies" and the same playground life threatening adventures. One involved handling a "cute" baby rattlesnake. The first week there our 9 year old son came home one evening disheveled with his hair all mussed. My wife asked him "What had happened were you playing football"?. "No, we (he and his new friends) just played a game of Smear The Queer" (apologies for the language). The game consisted of all of the boys piling up on the new kid on the block on the nearest lawn and rolling him around for a while. It was a welcome to the neighborhood ritual. There was always a new kid on the block in Southern California. I really miss all of the fun our kids had as Gen Xers. Thanks for sharing your wonderful stories!

I love her comedy but I'm a baby boomer and it was our parents, "the greatest generation" that smoked in the car with the windows rolled up. The Surgeon General's report on smoking came out in when I was13. Baby Boomers smoked but had the decency to feel guilty about it.