It’s 1996 and somebody’s having a birthday!

It’s 2005 and you can dance at the zoo at night wearing a giant hat if you want to.

Note: I still have that hat. And that shirt. And that girl.

It’s 1995 and this girl is taking a picture of me taking a picture of her taking a picture of me.

It’s 1993 and fortunately there aren’t any clever girls hiding among the ferns.

Or maybe they’re busy elsewhere I guess.

It’s 1995 and shhhh, ‘X-Files’ is on.

I hope The Smoking Man’s in this one.