Let's be The Brady Bunch

I’m Jan’s black Afro wig

I'm Melissa Sue Anderson, future Mary Ingalls on LHOTP, planting a big wet kiss on Bobby and possibly giving him the mumps.

You mean bitchy Millicent?

I'm Nora Coombs and none of this adds up...

I’m the pack of cigarettes in Greg’s jacket. I am CONCERNING!

I'm Jan and I'm pissed I'm going to grow up to look like Aunt Jenny.

I'm hyperventilation, I happen to Jan whenever she gets upset about something and effect the way she talks...

I’m Thindy.

I’m Linda. I’m from S’yattull.

I'm Susan Olsen's homophobia.

I’m Bob Reeds fro

I'm Senor and Senorita Calderon. We've never eaten pizza before.

I'm Robert Reed's intense pangs of jealousy when he hears from Florence Henderson that she went on a date with Barry Williams.

I'm Jan's Yogi Bear poster.

I'm Kay. I have my own TV at home.

I’m Baton Rouge. Baton Rouge! and all of the state capitals that Cindy couldn’t think of when she was picked to be on a TV quiz show.

I'm Molly Weber, and it doesn't matter how I got here. Point is, I've arrived.

[quote] I'm Senor and Senorita Calderon. We've never eaten pizza before.

and we've never met Mexicans before.

I'm the semen dripping out of Robert Reed's ass onto his fruit of the loom underwear.

I'm Marcia telling good old boy Charlie "something suddenly came up" so I can go out with popular Doug instead. Then karma comes a calling and I get hit in the face with a football before my big date with Doug.

I'm Marcia's Led Zeppelin record.

From now on, I'm beautiful and noble. I'm Juliet!

I'm Greg's playbook.

I'm Alice's vibrator from Bangladesh. I was gifted to her by Aunt Jenny on the sly.

I'm the volcano.

I’m Doug Simpson—o booked the TSofM only to end up in this dreck?!

I'm delighted to meet you boys. It's so beneficial for me to be away from those children in junior high school and to be with people of my own mature growth.

I'm looking forward to the intellectual stimulation. Well, see you boys.

I'm Myron the mouse who scares Tiger to death as well as every single female in the house....except for Jan, who uses me to prank and freak out the other girls.

I'm the Westdale Boosters' token black chick.

I'm the only child.

I'm the dropped "y" in Alice's typewriter.

I'm teak. And this is my friend, plastic plants.

I'm Fluffy the cat. No one has seen me since the wedding and NO ONE CARES!!

Smell my finger.

I'm the cum rag Greg and Peter share.

I'm the Yogi Bear poster. NOT MIKE'S PLANS.

I’m the payphone.

Kay was a nasty bitch R15. I know I'm not in the "Let's be..." format but it had to be said!

I'm Davy Jones and Marcia wants me to sing at her school dance.

Fun fact: Eve Plumb already knew Davy as her father Neely Plumb was a record producer at RCA.

I'm the cold shoulder these ingrates give Alice when they think she tattled on them.

I'm Alice's dykey Cousin Emma!

I'm Sam's meat.

I'm Harry Duggan's fake whiplash brace.

I'm Kitty Karry-All. I was touched down there by Peter that one time.

I'm Johnny Bravo, bitch

I’m mom’s favorite vase! I may leak and break, but the kids hardly got scolded.

I'm Myrna Carter... the reason the laundry detergent commercial fell through

I'm Tom Hank's future wife.

I'm groovy

I’m Jenny. Marcia uninvited me to her slumber party. She re-invited me but she’s still a cunt.

I'm Eve Plumb, having the good sense to stay away from the Brady Bunch Hour. I'm also Barry and Maureen, shaking their asses to Copacobana.

I'm the house of cards that determines who gets to redeem the trading stamps.

I'm the Family Frolics. Those Brady gals'll bring the house down with their truncated 'couple of swells' interpretation of "Together Wherever We Go"!

I'm Thindy's tonsils. Too bad they couldn't fix the lithp while they were taking them out.

I'm Beebe Gallini. I cry black tears.

I'm Bobby's soulful bridge in "Sunshine Day"

I'm poor old Alice, mopping the cum stains off the ceiling in the boys' room.

I'm Eve Plumb and I appeared in episode of Here's Lucy with Donny Osmond.

I'm Peter's thin upper lip.

I'm Mrs. Johnson. I'm, and the committee, is sorry Mrs. Brady can't face up to Greg's cigarette smoking.

I'm hideous Margie Whipple. I was the prototype for Mary Hartman.

I'm Pork Chops and Applesauce.

I’m Bobo, Mikes high school sweetheart in the show I just watched.

I’m the perms that popped up on the men one summer.

I'm King's Island!

I’m the cursed tiki necklace.

I'm Peter's jet black pubes that popped up one day...

I'm the swinger's parties next door at the Ditmeyers.

I'm Raquel.

IT WAS A PICTURE OF GEORGE WASHINGTON!

I’m the homo dad

I'm Mrs. Tuttle's affected pronunciation of Marcia's name at the Westdale High Family Frolics: "MAR-see-ya."

I'm Diana Taylor. Keeping my fingers crossed for that spinoff.

[quote] I'm the house of cards that determines who gets to redeem the trading stamps.

I'm Marcia's dangerously dangling charm bracelet that she does not think to take off when it's her turn, even when the house of cards is multiple stories tall.

I'm the egg.

I'm Kelly's Kids. Nobody gave a shit about our ragamuffin asses.

I'm the mystery of why an architect lives in a house with apparently only one bathroom even though he lives with eight other people.

I'm Marcia withdrawing from the presidential race at school. The boy of the family should have the job.

I'm Desi Arnaz, Jr. I'm dreamy.

I'm the astroturf back yard.

I'm Joe Namath's hot, hair hole.

I'm the nappy curls plugging up the shower drain in the boys bathroom.

I'm Sam's meat.

R77 don’t be stupid the house came first, the blended family came later.

[quote]I'm Tom Hank's future wife.

Oh, dear.

I'm the synchronized menstrual cycles.

I’m American Pie. If you though Madonna butchered me in the 90s you have no idea

I'm family meetings.

I'm Marcia's cute dentist episode.

In retrospect, I was kind of inappropriate.

I’m the cellophane ghost. Let me ouuut!

I’m Marcia’s gruff, underwear clad driving instructor.

R73. Weren't you murdered in Port Charles?

Driving instructor was in several I Love Lucy’s and The Long Long Trailer.

R93. Poor Grace

I’m the judge in the car accident episode. I was also a judge on That Girl in another car accident case.

I’m the bathroom without a toilet.

I'm cheerleader tryouts. I won't go well for Jan.

I'm Mrs. Hanks.

I’m Cousin Oliver. Added to the show when it was going down the shitter.

I’m the broken vase that’s glued unsuccessfully which turns into a geyser because Mom always said don’t play ball in the house.

I'm the flashing skull in the refrigerator.

I’m Fluffy the cat never to be seen again after the pilot.

I'm the smashed bust of Mike's head!

I'm what Alice does with that extra Knockwurst she slips into the purchase every week.

I'm Peter's obsession with Benedict Arnold!

I'm Bobby's gummy smile.

I'm the flashlight filled with baked beans!

I'm Mike not minding taking all six kids and the housekeeper on our honeymoon...

I’m Peter - my almost contemporary - hot then and still hot.

I am now onto my fourth wife - no judgement, Christopher Knight.

I'm the bigger and better things Eve Plumb has moved on to after the show was cancelled.

I'm not hot, nor was I ever.

I'm the skidmarks on Bobby's underwear.

I'm Carol's shag mullet.

I’m exact words

I'm the braces Marcia had for only one episode.

I'm the essential Architectural plans that someone was stupid enough to bring to Kings Island and lose.

I’m the unlimited stash of toys that Peter got to pick out for being a hero!

Each to their own R111. Of course I'm sure that you are stunningly attractive.

Or, at least "stunning".

I'm Tiger #3, with my collar nailed to the floor. I was plucked from a L.A. County Animal Shelter less than 48 hours ago, after Tiger #2 was hit by a car.

I'm Jan in a meth crazed psychosis, furiously cleaning the tables at Haskell's Ice Cream Shoppe!

I'm Peggy Lipton flashing a peace sign at "Mo" McCormick across the Paramount lot.

I'm Shirley Partridge. Those Brady boys had micromeat compared to the huge cocks on my sons.

R123. I'm the two methed out, bug eyed, homeless looking security guards that Mike saved from the building collapse at Roberts Plaza on Christmas night.

I'm Fillmore Junior High.

F, F, F I L

L, L, L M O

O, O, O R E

FILLMORE JUNIOR HIGH!

I'm Peter's doppelganger horny over new and improved Season 5 Jan.

I’m Jesse James.

You’re welcome.

I thaw Bobbyths penith!

I'm Mike's 50 load weekend!

I'm Buddy Hinton. Mrs. Brady took my virginity.

[quote]I'm Marcia's cute dentist episode. In retrospect, I was kind of inappropriate.

Inappropriate? You should've seen what went on between him and Robert Reed during the lunch break.

I'm the house. I also appear in several episodes of "Mannix" and one episode of "The X-Files".

It’s funny because I realize the Brady Bunch was a hugely popular show however I always think of the movies first. I am a millenial. In fact I think I had seen the 1995 movie before seeing a single episode of the show though I was “aware” of it and knew the theme song. Therefore I always think of the tv show as being a more realistic version of the movie which is ironic because of how it was viewed then. I hope I make sense.

[quote] —TeacakeRises

No one gives a fuck, you useless junkie.

R133 Why disrespect me. Why can’t we love one another.

I'm Marcia's trophies and ribbons. I think we can all agree that Jan is a loser.

[quote]I am a millenial.

Oh, dear.

Typical millennial. Can't spell or figure out how to use spell check.

I am Cousin Oliver...I spell doom for all of you...worse than the tiki necklace.

We are Maureen and Eve refusing to wear bras for several episodes in the later seasons. This prompted Lloyd Schwartz to pat our backs before scenes to check for bra straps, a practice that wouldn't fly in 2024.

I'm the plant pot that got smashed by a ladder. That could've been Peter's head.

I'm the Grand Canyon.

I'm the new Shirley Temple.

This was one of my good sheets!

I'm Carol's vibrator collection!

I'm the leftover set being used for the movie "Bug."

I'm the hanging beads in in Greg's groovy attic room.

I'm Mike's anal beads!

I'm the interior of the house that bears no relation to the exterior.

Shelley Long

I'm Cindy's cameltoe in season five.

I'm Alice attempting to gather Greg's sheets and noticing that they crack when I fold them...

R150 you’re projecting your own history again.

I'm Robert Reed looking pretty hot in my skimpy, tight trunks in Hawaii.

I'm Jan's "Marcia, Marcia, Marcia!" line.

I'll inspire a RuGirl's drag name 52 (!) years later.

I'm Robert Reed and I wasn't in the last episode of the series because I was once again pissing and moaning about something and a fed-up Sherwood Schwartz wrote me out.

I did hoover around the set that week despite not being in any scenes. Sherwood thought about having Security remove me but didn't as he didn't want the "kids" who thought of me as a "dad" to see me carted off like a criminal.

I'm the leather chaps Robert Reed used to wear with nothing underneath when he hosted gay sex parties at his Pasadena home.

R154 - it was nice of Reed to hoover around the set and keep it clean.

I heard Bobby and Greg like to suck peter.

I'm Bobby's donkey mask which looks like something from The Wicker Man.

I'm I'm Christine Baranski and I was never on that show.

R159. How could you sleep with Billy Clyde Tuggle?

I'm Adam Tobias from Mannix and Mike Brady is my twin.

I am Kitty Carry-all - Cindy's evil-possessed doll.

I am a potato sack.

I'm the Horse Statue. I narrowly escaped destruction when Peter played ball in the house.

I'm the hair dye Bobby used to match his father and brother's hair.

I’m Alice falling into the dunk tank.

I'm future Mrs. Cunningham from Happy Days making a house call as a doctor in Season One.

I'm Ann B. Davis, who played Alice. In all likelihood I was sexually attracted to women, yet repressed those desires my entire life. I found comfort in an Episcopal religious community, but thee was still a void...

I'm the football that wrecked that bitch Marsha's nose. And I would do it again.

I’m the weird leaf wall behind Mike and Carol’s bed.

I'm the sexual tension between Greg and Marcia in the latter seasons.

I'm Harvey Klinger, Marcia's bug-loving crush with the glasses and hot nerd vibe.

I'm the viewers. Secret and shamefully waiting for Cindy's humiliation as the next Shirley Temple.

I'm the sliding glass door with no glass in it.

I'm Mike's den, which Greg turns in one episode into a groovy bachelor pad.

I'm the clowns and the beanstalks!

I'm the bike Jan stole.

I’m Greg’s shades. Not sunglasses.

I'm the spanking Cindy should have received for losing mom's earrings.

I’m Kartoon King, from Bobby’s ice cream eating contest episode. I was also Santa Claus in season one, and Otis the drunk on the Andy Griffith Show.

I'm the wallpaper choices.

I'm Alice's closet full of maid uniforms.

I’m calling the characters by their real names.

I'm the pie fight with Cousin Oliver!

I'm Wessonality!

I’m Kitty Carry-All’s head full of allowance money.

I'm the chalkboard in the kitchen.

I'm the Sherlock Holmes Detective Kit being used to find out if R82 came from Peter's balls or Jan's wig.

I always wondered how many dicks Marcia could inhale, at once, using all portals?

I'm the tape recorder.

R189 Hold my beer.

I'm the ghost town.

I'm the flaslight filled with baked beans given to the Italian kid pretending to be native

I'm Cincinnati.

I'm Susan Olsen and I'm voting for Trump. Fuck you, you lying faggots.

I knew where the thread was going to end up. I honestly thought it would happen <25, 195 posts. You gals are slipping.

I'm R196, needing a tampon change.

I'm Carol Brady's hemlines who are lowered as the seasons went on.

I'm Doug. I live in Miami, FL, looking for an Asian woman who enjoys Wesson Oil and bares a resemblance to Florence Henderson.

I'm the clown picture in the boy's room.

I'm Carol's pussy, drier than the Sahara because Mike was always on the prowl for big cock.

I'm Susan Olsen's dentures.

I"m Far out!

I'm the hot little number Marcia dates to make Greg mad.

[quote] I'm the spanking Cindy should have received for losing mom's earrings.

I'm the spanking Greg should have received for having such a tight little ass.

I'm Greg's palpable anger.

That’s not anger he’s showing….

I'm Greg trying to sound mature and authoritative.

We're the smocks the girls wore in 1973. We were the height of fashion.

And sweater vests!

I'm Marcia's berets in the last season.

I'm Ann B. Davis's pissed off "Gee, Mr. Brady, how deep is your shit?"" directed at Robert Reed when he held up production to complain that the script needed to be changed or they'd be "in deep shit".

[quote] I'm the hot little number Marcia dates to make Greg mad.

Your cookies are ready

I’m the colored yarn the girls used to tie their ponytails.

I'm the lesbian rumors in Maureen McCormick's book.

I'm the payphone that Mike installed in the family room to teach the kids a lesson. Robert Reed & Sherwood Schwartz had an epic argument about me. Naturally.

I'm Family Frolics Night at school.

I'm a Sunshine Fucking Day! So Keep on Moving because it's TIME FOR CHANGE! SHANANANANANANANANA SHANANANAH

I'm the frog who lands on Greg and Gretchen's (is that her name?) Pizza.

I'm the umbrella in said convertible.

I'm the new housekeeper when Alice quits. I don't have time to play ball with you damn kids.

I'm Alice's fake toothache.

I'm the blinking skull in the fridge.

I’m the bathroom without a toilet in it.

R223 - see R101.

I'm Margie DeMeyer who played Judy in the Pork Chops and Applesauce episode. She went to my junior high and the entire school was laughing about her terrible performance on Monday.

I’m pork chopsh … and appleshaushe.

I'm The Partridge Family, we got more buzz than BB when we were on network tv, and now we are mostly forgotten.

R228. Has Susan Dey commented on your remark yet?

I'm Keith Partridge. I'm eminently more fuckable than Greg Brady. And Shirley is impressed by my cock size.

I'm Jan! And I've almost finished my painting!

I'm F-F-FIL! L-L-LMO! O-O-ORE! Fillmore Junior High!

I'm Marcia Wallace, and I played the department store saleswoman who sold Jan her black wig, as well as Marcia's high school teacher who was so happy when Marcia lied and said she could get Davy Jones to sing at the school dance.

I'm a lemon, and I'm traumatized after Jan rubbed me all over her face to try and make her freckles go away.

I'm Tiger. I've got a cat's name, but I'm a dog.

I’m the turkey baster gay as a basket of ribbons Mike used to impregnate his first wife

I’m The Brady Bunch - Mod Squad crossover episode. The Squad goes to Marcia’s high School undercover to find out who knocked Marcia up.

I’m Peter as a Sunshine Girl. I went door-to-door selling Sunshine cookies to bewildered residents

I'm Edward Knight, Christopher Knight's father and also an actor. I played Monty Marshall the game show host in the episode where Cindy doesn't know "Baton Rouge, Baton Rouge".

I am a little sunflower, sunny brave and true. From tiny bud to blossom, I do good deeds for you.

I'm Maureen McCormick and my mother doesn't drive so we hitch a ride to the studio every day with Chris and his mom until I get my driver's license.

I'm the den where Mike Brady does all his after hours architectural work.

I wonder if he's using me as a tax write-off.

I'm Beebe Gallini, and I want Mr. Brady to design my new cosmetics factory in the shape of a powder puff.

I also cry black tears.

I'm supreme cunt business tycoon Penelope Fletcher (aka Lovey Howell), and my ultra-tough exterior was just cracked by that adorable Cindy Brady doing her Shirley Temple act for me.

I'm Bobby Brady, and I lost the ice cream eating contest on Cartoon King. My family bought me a participation trophy so I wouldn't feel like such a pathetic loser.

You know, like Jan is.

I'm Greg Brady, and I spent the entire first night in my attic bedroom wanking off, something I couldn't do when I shared a room with Peter and Bobby,

I'm Jan's dangling tendrils in Seasons 2 - 4.

I'm the red balls on the tops of Bobby's and Peter's bunk bed posts that they can remove and play with.

I'm one of those daybed sofas in the family room corner. Between my room and the kitchen stands a louvre-shuttered opening seen on many other tv shows such as Bewitched, The Jeffersons, Dick Van Dyke, etc.

I'm the bully saying, "baby talk, baby talk, it's a wonder you can walk" to poor little Thindy.

Yeah R211 six white kids who are so unlikeable even the temp MAID doesn’t wanna have anything to do with them.

Yeah R221 six white kids who are so unlikeable even the temp MAID doesn’t wanna have anything to do with them.

I'm the pullups.

I'm the silver platter Jan fucked up the cost for, and now she can't afford to buy it.

She's such a dumb cunt.

I'm the station wagon.

We're ORANGE RABBITS!

We're The Silver Platters, formed to pay for Jan's engraving fuck-up. We lost to Patty's Prancing Poodles.

I'm the Variety Hour.

I’m the jailcell that Thurston Howell III locked us in.

I’m Thindy’s world famous shitcurls

I'm Carol Brady's first husband, the biological father of Marcia, Jan, and Cindy.

I’m the curlers that Thindy took out of her hair after Lovey Howell threw her back out.

I'm Mop Top and Marlon the Mynah from the Brady Kids cartoon. Carol's fake first husband Roy would see us after Alice cooked up his magic mushrooms in the spaghetti sauce!

I’m the bizarre spin off episode about the family with 3 kids- black, Asian, and white.

I'm a hungry Alice. I ate the poisoned apple prop from the Brady production of Snow White. Hijinks ensued.

I'm a lovely lady.

The Brady Bunch has been off the air since 1974, and this thread is up to 266 replies.

It’s the reason I love this place, for all its flaws.

I'm Harried and Hopeless.

I'm Joyce Bulifant. Fuck you all.

I'm tabu.

[quote]I'm the red balls on the tops of Bobby's and Peter's bunk bed posts that they can remove and play with.

I'm the blue balls on Greg, which Bobby and Peter can also play with.

I'm the Ditmyers' barbecue.

[quote] I'm the bully saying, "baby talk, baby talk, it's a wonder you can walk" to poor little Thindy.

The name is Buddy Hinton. Get it right or I’ll have Peter clobber you

We’re the two sheet cakes with opposite messages Alice made instead of her just waiting to find out whether the team won or not before writing the appropriate message on one cake.

I’m the message on the chalkboard that tells Bobby to “do your homework” while he pours a whole box of detergent in the washing machine. Chaos ensues.

I'm the neighbor who let Cindy and Peter go swimming without bathing suits.

I'm Phil Packer, Peter's fake name on his double date with Greg. I would've made a great gay porn alias.

I'm Alexandra Hay, Playboy model, who appears as a rock promoter in the Johnny Bravo ep. I;m wondering why Ann B. Davis is staring at me.

I'm the paneling in the boy's bedroom. If these walls could talk...

I'm Jan saying "Who goes there?" before Peter has a chance to say "Hark" in the high school performance of Romeo and Juliet.

Jan can't do anything right.

I'm the bike Jan rode into the garage and crashed into the anniversary picture the kids had taken. I can't believe I did such damage.

I'm the "tiny, minor" fender bender Mrs. Brady had in the supermarket parking lot with Jackie Coogan.

I'm all six kids, Alice, Carol, and Mike stuffed into that station wagon, going to the Grand Canyon. I'm also the rancid fart smells mixed with BO.

I'm the President of the Westdale High Boosters, and I'm disgusted by Peter's ugly clay volcano sitting on the back porch table.

I'm also an extreme cunt who probably grew up to be a racist MAGAt.

R278, the late, great Claudia Jennings actually played Tami Cutler in that episode. She posed in Playboy, too, and she played Maureen McCormick’s sister in the explotation movie “Moonshine County Express.” Her cohort, played by Paul Cavonis, was packin’ more than all the Brady men put together.

Why didn’t they have Jan tested?

I'm Bobby's kazoo.

For what Taffy? AIDS? It would be perfect if Jan were Patient 0.

I'm the one time the show alluded to homosexuality, when Marcia and Greg disguised themselves as male hotel workers trying to meet Davey Jones.

When Marcia kisses Greg on the cheek in front of Davey Jones' manager, the hotel manager gives Greg a "what the hell's going on here?" look, while Greg stands there sheepishly.

[quote]the one time the show alluded to homosexuality,

r289, the show referenced homosexuality in the very first episode. When rather than hit the sheets with Carol on his wedding night, Mike preferred to go back and fetch the entire brood of kids, the maid and the dog and have them all join them on their honeymoon.

I'm the tinny scent of dried blood that always gently wafts through the girls' bedroom...

That's ok r291. The rabbits won't mind.

[quote]I'm Phil Packer, Peter's fake name on his double date with Greg. I would've made a great gay porn alias.

His nickname was "Fudge," but they couldn't get it past the censors.

I'm Tank, Carol's old high school boyfriend who comes to visit.

I can feel Mike undressing me with his eyes.

I'm Tracy Reed, the stunning but stupid kindergarten teacher who allowed each student one ticket EACH to the school pageant.

I'm Alice, two fingers deep in Carol's snatch.

I'm Mike's "poker night" with the guys. Carol, Alice and the kids are not allowed.

I'm the ball that mom always said shouldn't be played in the house.

I'm the dinners that Alice never got to have with the family.

'Im the handbag Jan tries to put on her head when she's out shopping for a black wig.

I'm the only steps in this house.

I'm Makr Maldrll, Alice's old boyfriend.

Cindy must be dyslexic or really stupid to not be able to spell "Mark Mallard."

I'm OCD, and I flare up whenever one of the Bradys hangs up the phone receiver backward, with the cord covering the dialing pad.

I’m Peter’s descending testicles

I'm the story.

I'm "Maaaawwwwwmmmm!!!!!"

R 299 that would have been positively untoward

I'm Thindy on the thee-thaw.

I'm the smorgasbord recipes.

I'm Mrs. Brady's groovy 1970s frosted hair and shag haircut.

I'm timeless and will never go out of style.

I’m Carol. Doing all the jobs that Alice should be doing.

I'm Mrs. Denton, and Marcia didn't doodle me. She doodled George Washington!

I'm Mr. Price, the bitchy old queen science teacher. I failed Peter on his science test. The idiot kid didn't know what a lepidopteran is.

Bobby was and is ugly

I'm the cursed Tiki idol. I really fucked with the Bradys!

I’m Mrs Brady’s nearly impossible Nape-Do

I'm all of Jan's failures.

I'm Marcia. You will never be a pretty and popular girl like me, Jan.

Well Marcia, at least I ONLY played a prostitute.

I'm Bobby, Peter and Greg's bedroom, which REEKS of cum.

I’m Carol Brady’s shag hairdo.

IT'S OUR BATHROOM TOO!

I'm the semen-encrusted socks under the boys' beds that Alice thows in the laundry basket.

I’m the episode where Bobby and Cindy go to a pool party naked. I’m never seen anymore because of peoples discomfort with even the idea of child naturist s.

I’m the math that Jan can’t add up.

R323 tell your therapist

I'm r326 jerking off to the Brady Boys.

I'm illiterate Thindy-"Vtoe from Mriaca." Maybe I'm dyslexic. Oh well, Carol and Alice had s good laugh about my sign.

I'm thix thilver thwans, thwimming thilently theaward.

I'm Santa.

But I'm REAL!

I’m the Danish Modern furniture.

I’m the silver platter that Jan engraved for 85 cents.

I’m the braces that traumatized Marcia for a single episode

I'm the the typewriter that drops its "Y"s.

I’m Wally.

[quote]I'm a lemon, and I'm traumatized after Jan rubbed me all over her face to try and make her freckles go away.

I'm the same lemon. Alice fished me out of the trash and rubbed me all over her pussy because I was on Jan's face.

I’m horny Sam. Pounding my meat because Alice seems more interested in ‘the girls’.

I'm cousin Emma. My outfits would look good on that other masculine female from the early 1970's

MAUDE.

[quote] Eve Plumb already knew Davy from her father Neely Plumb

Good lord, Neely Plumb. He sounds like a Harry Potter character. Or Dickens even.

[quote] I'm the semen-encrusted socks under the boys' beds that Alice throws in the laundry basket.

That’s what you think.

[quote] I’m Wally.

I’m sorry

I couldn’t stand Wally. He was the cousin Oliver of The Brady Brides, A Very Brady Christmas, and The Bradys.

I'm the New Jan Brady!

I'm the San Fernando Valley. Even though the Brady's live here, you'd never know it. They never mention actual place names on the show, favoring such Midwest monikers like Elm or Main Street. No Calle Margarita, no El Cielo or whatever. It's like they wanted a bland Anywhere, USA feel. And in that, they were successful.

[quote]I'm the the typewriter that drops its "Y"s.

See R31.

I am one of Bobby's frogs, who terrify 17 year old girls.

R311 😂 right.

R267 The movies. I grew up in the 90s and I remember seeing the show. Like a least a dozen episodes. I just don’t remember when and how. I guess Nick at Nite.

I'm Susan Olsen's goiter.

^ Thindy lookth likth thit!

I'm the tiny Malibu beach bungalow Eve Plumb's parents invested her earnings in when she was 11 years old. Purchased for 55k, sold for 3.9M in 2019.

R350 This answers so many questions for me

I'm Mike, "accidentally" going into the bathroom when Greg is taking a shower.

I'm Alice, "accidentally" going into the bathroom when Marcia is taking a shower.

I'm the cold cream.

I'm Carol and Alice's "playtime" when Mike is at work and the kids are in school.

TR349- I grew up in the 70's and actually watched the episodes on ABC at night.

I guess George Glass was the original Tim Simms.

I'm Bobo.

I'm the artificial grass in the backyard that the kids mow.

I'm Bobby's school safety Monitor arm band.

I’m the friendly new neighbor on the corner!

I'm SeATTle

R357 congrats! You are the one millionth poster on a DL nostalgia tv thread.

I'm Dr. Vogel, and I have to have my assistant wipe off the dentist's chair after Marcia comes in to have her teeth cleaned.

R365- ,I'm Dr. Vogel and I'm a good looking hunk.

R350. What the fuck is THAT?!

I don't blame Marcia for lusting after Dr. Vogel. He was hot.

I'm Mike and I'm moving in on Dr. Vogel. Fuck off, Marcia!

I'm Sam the Butcher's meat, which Mike is just dying to taste.

I'm Carol's old beefy boyfriend Tank picking up Mike and calling him "fragile."

R367 Sadly, it's Cindy Brady.

I'm Frosty The Snowman and what Cindy's vocals did to me will never let me return to life someday....

I'm the 55th Anniversary of its debut.

I'm the hobo clown art in the boy's room with a view of Greg's bed. What I've seen...

I want to take a shower with Greg! Once he left the show, he was so hot in his 20s and 30s. Too bad he didn't have a successful television career after TBB.

“Something suddenly came up!”

I’m the itching powder the boys put in the sleeping bags during the girls’ slumber party.

Even as a little kid I knew that was seriously fucked up.

I'm Greg's cock.

I’m Kaye Ballard and I’ve never been on the show

I'm the beads hanging at the entrance to Greg's attic bedroom.

We're the maternal grandparents of Greg, Peter and Bobby. Why the hell did we never appear to visit our grandsons???

I'm Greg's jockstrap in the top drawer of his dresser. All the chicks at school want it, and all the dudes at school have actually tasted it.

[quote]I want to take a shower with Greg! Once he left the show, he was so hot in his 20s and 30s. Too bad he didn't have a successful television career after TBB.

Barry said in his book that after TBB he refused to audition for parts and would tell prospective employers to "turn on the tv to see what I can do". The arrogance. He really thought some casting director was going to turn on TBB and be impressed by his delivery of "Dad, can I borrow the car" or "Mom, I'm going to the library".

R381 Everyone knew what he was doing in that room with the door closed. I always had my own room but I could imagine in that day getting your hands own room for the first time at the end of high school I’d damn expect the door to stay closed.

your hands on*

I’m Davy Jones. I kissed Marsha, but Jan’s my favorite.

I'm the orange counter tops.

I’m brown, yellow and orange aka the 1970’s

I'm Greg & Peter's dark pubes found on the rim of the toilet seat in the shared bathroom between the boys and girls bedrooms.

I'm Carol's cold cream.

I’m the dirtier secrets just now revealed

I'm that weird panel behind Mike and Carol's bed, above the headboard.

Barry Williams did seem like a pill. I remember watching a late night talk show and they had audience members talk about their "brushes with fame." An audience member said he ran into Barry at a theme park (Disneyland or Magic Mountain). Audience member said that Barry yelled at him and his friends: "Hey, you kids! Stop ____."

^Now that you mention it, what was that panel exactly? Was there a closet or dressing area or something that was supposed to be behind it?

^The home's only toilet.

It was Alice's room.

I’m the parcheesi y board that Alice slipped on and sprained her ankle.

I’m Christopher Daniel Barnes. I did the voice of Prince Eric and played Greg Brady.

I'm the nonexistent toilet. But big things come in small packages!

I'm the sliding glass doors.

I’m the word stinker that Carol hates. Was Mike dutch ovening her?

Alice B. Porta Potty

I’m the lost earrings. Carol’s black wig covered her ears so even if Thindy hadn’t lost those damn earrings, no one would have seen them on Carol’s ears.

I'm the sex toys.

I'm the dead parents. You never hear a thing about us, not even the teeniest reference.

I'm the strawberry jam

Let's be the circumcised penises on Greg, Peter and Bobby and their full bushes ( certainly by the 1973/74 season.

I’m the peace sign Greg flashes when he becomes independent. Hey Mike, Carol.

I'm the dunk tank.

I'm dumbass Bobby, dumping an entire box of soap powder in the washer. That's what you get for being an annoying hall monitor.

I'm the lizard Cousin Oliver leaves in Peter's bed as a prank.

I'm Ted Roberts and I don't believe in proper building specifications.

Side note, even as a little gayling I was in love with Mark Gruner.

I'm the winks and knowing looks exchanged between Robert Reed and Rip Taylor during "The Brady Bunch Variety Hour" rehearsals.

Mark Gruner was exceptionally beautiful.

I'm Warren Mullaney, and the real reason Greg hates me is because there's palpable sexual tension between us.

Marcia’s boyfriends were always semi-hot idiots. I’d take half the junior class males on Room 222 over Warren.

And Lloyd Haynes

R418, at my young age I thought the music changed to "school themed" when they shifted to show Lloyd Haines.

When Cindy stuck her tongue- UP TRUMPS ANUS! My favorite episode.

I'm the pin that pops Susan Olsen's goiter.

About the screens behind Mike and Carol’s bed, I saw the same ones in A Face in the Crowd as part of Andy Griffith’s big shot penthouse. It’s fun when you spot materials being reused in movies. In Italian movies I keep seeing the same sheer curtain with damask appliqué. And in old Hollywood they often used a wood veneer in office sets that doesn’t look like any wood I’ve seen in real life. It has a criss cross grain.

I’m Mike Bradys pee jays who got action!