damn. you's old.

Mother said not to.

The tennis player usually had polka-dotted underpants.

The baton dynamite was a given and I would also make it look as if they were running off of a cliff. Additionally, I turned the tennis racket into a net with one of those round cartoon bombs flying into it.

Oh, and of the basketball players would be stabbing the other one with a sword.

my favorite was putting a giant afro on the tennis player

All of the above, as well as adding fart clouds and flys where the motion lines are by the runners' butts. And perhaps a conversation bubble w/ the football player whispering "I want you" or something like that.

I would draw a large nail on the track in front of the runners.

Morning News- No More, No Less.
Former "Survivor" contestant Jonny Fairplay sued Danny Bonaduce, alleging battery and emotional distress after Bonaduce tossed Fairplay over his shoulder at an awards show.

I always drew cocaine lines that the tackled player snorts.

I shaded the skin of the guy being chased at the bottom.

Like most high school boys, sex was always on my mind. So the graffiti on my Pee Chee always involved some kind of sex act. For example, the runner was holding a dildo, or the football player came flying in with a flaming hard on.

You are all older than dirt.

We had those! And I'm not even old-school. Umm I would draw designs on the dancer's tights, like stripes or swirls. If I knew then what I know now, I'd make her look like she has hairy legs.

the baseball players on the back side...
you could make the catcher look like he was sitting on a toilet.

Older than dirt? Hahahaha!!! You're just full of rib ticklers today, Mr. Poe. I laughed so damn hard that - get this - Mountain Dew spewed out my nose and onto my keyboard! Can you believe it!?!? You owe me a new keyboard! Hahahaha!

We (my friends and I) would draw wangs on all of the people.

They'd all be farting. huh huh huh huh

I always did the football player with the raging hardon about to give it to his buddy. That was fun.

What? They don't make Pee Chees any more?

I just made sure everyone looked very GOTH. ;)

I made the basketball player black and the drew a little skirt and pompoms on the tennis player to make her a cheer-leader. I would also draw an arm so that both of her arms were out, cheering!

Okay, I guess I'm "of a Certain Age". I probably went through hundreds of those things when I was a kid.

By high school, I was totally perving on my Pee Chee. The football players would have boners, of course. The runner in the front made me horny, what with his revealing short shorts and those bare shoulders and all.

I blame the Pee Chee for making me gay.

I drew stiletto pumps or heels on the football players and runners- then I drew a caption bubble above the tennis player with the words "I'm a lesbian!"
All clear signs of what a twisted queer I would eventually turn into. I still have a couple of them (circa 1984) - would you like me to send pics into the Stranger?

We would fill in the blank areas entirely with tiny ballpoint-pen circles. Woo-hoo!

everything was weapons... spikes, ball and chain, scythe, etc... i think the other side worked better, with the basketball player stabbing and what not.

Wait. WAIT. That's not a dancer? That's a TENNIS player? WHAT THE FUCK. My paradigm is shifting. I have no idea what I thought she was holding, in her incarnation as a dancer, but no matter. I knew in my heart of hearts she was dancing. And now it turns out she is a tennis player. Obviously I wasn't paying enough attention.

Lessee - it's been a few years:

Third place runner, in shame, cuts his own throat.

Tennis player's serve bounces off the back of football-holder's head.

Either that, or she's serving hand-grenades and cartoon bombs.

The other football player puking into a toilet.

Both football players desperately trying to grab a $100 bill.

Basketball player #2 stabs BBP #1

By extending the bat downward, the baseball player would have a raging, 36" hard-on.

Ski-lift girl would have a few of the tiny skiers impaled on her poles (hm, apparently I was into rather violent imagery in Jr. HS).

And of course, lots of test answers written between the parallel lines running down the folder edge.

#3; totally. as well an inane banter from all. So sex though; I was repressed from growing up in Spokane.

I always turned the baton into a sparkler, or an olympic torch.

2 for 25 cents, sigh. I wrote one word notes that meant something to only me. And, of course, the name of whomever I had a crush on would prominently display everywhere else.

Trying to decide if the football players, who were bigger, would be cuter/hotter than the runners, whose bodies you could see more of.

Ah, growing up gay in the 80s, especially when you've never heard the word gay and don't know what it means: what could be more fulfilling?

"...of a Certain Age" could apply to anyone in school between 1943 and the new millenium (apparently production has finally stopped), according to the ever-trusty Wikipedia. How young would one have to be to NOT remember Pee Chees*?

*Pee Cheese! Ahahahahaha! Haha... ha. Ahem.

I cut pictures out of magazines (and The Rocket) and collaged over the entire thing. Also, if you taped two of them together and left the long side open you had a perfect spot to stash extra notebook paper. I was an artsy nerd girl.

The fact that these are no longer in production says a great deal about what is wrong with the youth of today.

Add text to the logo to make it say "Kissing is Pee-Chee, but sex is an all season sport".

I always put fishnet garters on the lead runner.

With some scratching away of certian details, and a lot of time on your hands, you can turn the tennis player into a wicked, shiny, rubber-clad dominatrix. I mean look how much english she's puttin into laying in that stroke, and the wild look on her face! Damn, that takes me back.

i seem to remember drawing all of them shitting on eachother...

Everyone got a boner.

I made the text adjustment described @ 35, but it was "Love" not "Kissing."

Always the stabbing basketball player and rocket jets shooting from their shoes.

Always two huge spikes on the baseball bat.

Always gunfire erupting from the tiny skiers' poles.

What?!?!?! Did no one cut off the front runner's right leg at the knee, leaving an open-ended stump that dripped blood from the bone?

PS: I bought brand new pee chees as recently as 4 years ago from Rite Aid. The urge to draw boners on everyone was overwhelming.

And you need to post a pic of the backside too. Don't remember it as well but people are writing about the sports figures there! Please?

Back cover!

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Er, make that:

Back cover!

I drew big ol' weiners on everyone of them and the funny part is I didn't even know what weiners looked like.

Tell it to the judge, boner lover.

Yeeeah, I'm gonna need you all to go ahead and post actual examples (photos) of your Pee Chee desecrations. That'd be great.

Tennis player had ball bouncing off her head.

Here I was thinking I was the only genius who made the basketball player stab his opponent with a sword. My friends were amused, anyway.

Dammit, am I the ONLY person who made every single one of them a cross-dresser? Every single male had boobs and dresses, every female had a unit.

Incoming fastball (with speed lines) coming to the baseball player. Sometimes some poo under his lifted right foot. Decorated the tennis player's (dancer's) knickers. Occasional off-color cartoon word balloons...

Ah, the maturity of adolescent youth!

Runners: Sign pointing to boys bathroom, or the cliff.

Tennis: Flies, or butterflies with racket changed to net

Basketball: Ceiling chain attached to ball so guy was hanging from it

Baseball: Cobwebs on the batter and pitcher

@49 : Hehe, balls.

i'm with #33 on this. you weren't cool unless you completely covered your pee-chee with band photos and logos from the rocket, smash hits and nme. the gothier, the better. bauhaus, tones on tail, joy division and a certain ratio featured heavily on mine.

Y'know, I always hated Pee-Chee folders because the graphics looked ancient even in 1973. I don't remember ever owning one. Now everyone's having a nostalgic good time except me.

I suck.

I always used air swish marks to indicate that the tennis player had totally whacked the football player (on the ass) and that is why he was flying down...

Hmm. Also indicative of things to come. I guess we were predictable after all...!

@35, exactly! also cobwebs and band names covering every space available.

I went to a private Christian highschool and was lamo boring (colored their clothes and that's all - not a penis or knife or anything!). But, the total hotty I sat next to in Mr. Miller's history class filled the lines with Van Halen lyrics. I crushed on him hard, man. David Springer, where are you now?

*sigh*

1. Afro on the tennis player.
2. Bouncy springs on the basketball players feet.
3. Outfield wall with hundreds of circles for fans heads.
4. Lead runner flipping the bird.
5. Def Leppard and Kiss in big letters.

I still have my pee chee from almost 30 years ago: it's a collage of my three years in high school, covered again and again with all kinds of ephemera taped and glued and doodled upon, torn and mended, sometimes with bandaids. whenever I move, I come across it in the packing of stuff and it takes me right back to washington high school, circa 1978. kinda fun.

I had a number of PCs over the years that I'd covered with ink, but the one that stands out for me, and actually I still have it, is the one I made to look like a roll of film. I glued on photos I'd printed in my photo class, and made film sprockets (?) on the sides with a black marker. I thought I was so cool, because the main photo on the front was a big beer bottle.

@33 & @55!

Spent hours in biology class painstakingly trimming favorite bands' photos and images from Live Aid and cool icons and text, all from Star Hits, with an x-acto knife. 80s new wave spiky hairdos were labor intensive, and it gave me something to do while conscientiously objecting to the frog dissection.

(I realize I must be REALLY REALLY old to have been allowed to possess an x-acto knife at school.)

Covered the Pee-Chee in metallic gift wrap, mounted said bands' photos artistically all over, and preserved the whole thing with clear Contact paper. On one, included the Ticketmaster ticket stub from the 1984-ish Tears for Fears show at whatever that stadium was called before it was The Key. Still have all of mine.

Apparently Pee-Chee was a regional phenomenon? None of my out-of-state friends had ever heard of them.