Here are some pics that I drew of G.I. Joe (using the boxes as reference). I loooooved the Joe. They were the bomb. Hell, they HAD the bomb. Cobra was a little bitch, but DESTRO ruled!!! I bought all the figures, watched all the cartoons, cut out all of those UPC things on the back so I could get free dudes.

I would spend hours (nay days) building intricate cities out of toothpics, popsicle sticks, toilet paper rolls, 2-liter bottles, baseball cards, used tubes of toothpaste, Grandma's teeth, Dad's hidden porn stash, and any other thing I could find around the house just so I could have the Joe come in and destroy it in battle taking a matter of minutes.

I would go over my buddies house with my Joe. He didn't have the Joe. He was Joe-less. Instead, he would set-up his He-Man guys and Star Wars guys (his sister ate the heads of most of them). STUPID. Doesn't he know that the Joe kicks ass, no matter what. Even if they are facing the likes of futuristic lazers or big gay muscled men.

Zoltran was the BEST. Dude could change green in the sun (literally), was the master of disguise, and drove a weird vehicle that looked like a mutant skiing praying mantis.

Those BIG G.I. Joe are dumb. Look more like barbies. No Kung-Fu grip there buddy. More like Gay-Fu grip. Put some panties on 'em and take them to the hair dresser to get ready for a tea party. No sir. The little dude action figures are and always will be the shit.

I loved those damn G.I. Joes.