Pee Wee Herman PSA

In the mid nineties, after my parents had bought a supermarket with attached video rental store, I started watching a TON of 1980’s teen movies. The movies of that decade stand as the best of teen movies ever made. They had soundtracks that are still listened to, and life lessons so cheesy which is why they can be wrapped up in a mere 90 minutes. One thing about buying or renting or downloading them online today is that the originalness of them is not preserved in digital form. I’m not talking about the fuzzy lines that come with an old VHS tape, but rather…the PSAs. I took home Can’t Buy Me Love one night. My sister and I sat down to enjoy the fluff. Before we had the chance to enjoy Patrick Dempsey at his nerdiest, we were confronted with the wisdom of Pee Wee. He had some opinions about crack that he wanted me to know. Enjoy.

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5 Responses to Pee Wee Herman PSA

  1. Amy says:

    god, i love this thing. because crack was so common and readily available to the suburban third and fourth graders who loved pee-wee herman. i know he kept me away from smokin the rock.

  2. kristiane says:

    The first, and only time I actually saw crack, was when I was 24. A cop customer of mine at the coffee shop had just confiscated it. Looked like hard boogers.

  3. I remember watching this too.

    It would explain Floorie, though. “Stand over here!”

    I’m kidding, I loved Pee Wee.

  4. kristiane says:

    I did too. I tried to get my son into Palyhouse and he acted like I was insane for enjoying that.

  5. DJ D says:

    I love Pee Wee as much as the next guy but am I the only one that thinks it’s funny that Paul Reubens of all people is telling us to stay away from cocaine? Anybody else seeing the irony here?

    Although it would be funnier if he was warning us against the evils of acid and LSD. This is the same guy after all that spends his days screaming at a talking chair and a bunch of singing flowers.

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