It’s 1996 and just wait ’til they get a load of this deck full of counterspells.

It’s 2001 and we just discovered that February in Santa Monica is a lot different from February in New York.

It’s 1993 and you should probably wear a tight-fitting hat in there.

It’s 1994 and we have hostages.

The cats endured their captivity for 16 and 20 years, respectively.

It’s 1996 and the Golden Hour is looking a little bit green. Oh that’s better.

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It’s 2000 and just look at those two crazy kids signing up for dance lessons.

While you’re at it, check out the pager!

It’s 1993 and INCOMING!!!

It’s 2001 and one of us is super excited to be going horseback riding with my cousin in California. *ONE* of us is.

As has been previously established, I do not trust horses.

It’s 1995 and I think this wood nymph wants me to follow her into the forest, should I do it?

Definitely.

It’s 1998 and the new telephoto doubler I got for my phone lets me surreptitiously take photos of my wife sitting on a rock … uh-oh, busted.