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The Edward Cullen of MY youth

This morning I stumbled across a mix cd my husband made for me a few years ago and my heart pitterpattered when I discovered track five, the song Forever, which is officially a Beach Boys song, but in my heart will always be the hit ballard performed by Uncle Jesse on Full House when he fronted the band
Jesse and the Rippers.


Don't tell me you don't remember that episode... the horrible remix, and then the sensitive music video at the end.




And who could forget when he sang it to Aunt Becky at their wedding?

All I have to say is this:
Suck it, Robert Pattinson. You ain't no Stamos.

Comments

jayme said…
you'll nevah be a stamos, robert. <3 <3 <3 uncle jesse <3 <3 <3
Unknown said…
Wow, totally remember pretty much every detail ... and completely agree with you : )
Anonymous said…
Oh, I totally remember that episode. Yeah... and the only reason I got "Forever" from iTunes was because I loved the song from Full House. Oh, Uncle Jesse.
Roni Loren said…
lol, that brought me back
in freaking deed. i cannot watch the movie for free of the huge dissapointment. he is not my edward. he is barely a poor man's edward. i cannot see what makes him 'hot.'
MJenks said…
You roped me back in with that last one. No sager words have ever been spoken. Unless they were about Chuck Norris' beard.
Melissa Hurst said…
I remember drooling over Stamos when I was in my tween years. You brought back the memories:)
Unknown said…
BLACKIE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Anonymous said…
I appear to be the only one in your universe who has never watched a single episode of the show. Mama always told me I was special...
Dr Zibbs said…
Look how cheesy that picture looks.
I know! It is super cheesy, but I love it.

Travener, I can NOT believe you never watched a single episode. You must not be a 28 year old woman.
Mona Reva said…
i was roaming around blogger and found your blog, and this post is awesome!
long live uncle jesse <3
Katie said…
how could anyone ever forget?! I love Full House :)

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