wow.. being all sentimental about the “good old days” on facebook is kinda ironic by itself, init?
+ the most awesome thing is, 90% of my fb-friends are in at least one of those “when i was young..” groups… the average age of my fb-friends is 17…
wow phillip talk about havin your panties up your crack. i remember bike races around the block, street hockey games, who could climb up the tree the highest, although i did have to come back at 7 because my dad’s a tightass. then i moved away for 6 months then came back and everybody was inside playing gamecube.
My curfew was the sunset, my mom didn’t send me a telegram, she rang the cowbell. I played outside with my 19 brothers and sisters, not those heathen Presbyterians. If I didn’t slaughter my own chicken, then I didn’t eat. Penicillin didn’t exist, but you COULD get smallpox and die. I rode a horse without a saddle, getting tetanus (hehe, anus) was ok, & the neighbors gave a damn when they weren’t shoving a tomahawk up your ass. Repost if you drank from a suspect well and survived.
I make an LB account just to comment on how FANTASTIC that comment was -I was literally on a lollercoaster (and I’ve barely even lolerskated) in years- and while I’m busy signing into hotmail and activating my account some jerkwad goes and firsts me.
I had to get up in the morning at ten o’clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, drink a cup of sulfuric acid, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, pay the mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our dad and our mother would kill us and dance about on our graves singing Hallelujah.
And you try telling the young people today that, and they won’t believe you.
Hmm. When I was a teen there was a boy about 7 or 8 named Philip who lived on my street. One day when I was walking home from band practice I saw Philip sprawled out in the middle of the sidewalk with his bike strewn a few meters away. He was not wearing a helmet. I gave him a couple slaps but he didn’t come to. I considered calling his parents but instead I dragged him into a gangway and buttraped him.
Actually I thought Phil’s response was decent and hey, somebody had to do it.
This nostalgic crap is showing up in my newsfeed in English and Polish and I’m getting it from both sides. Frankly I’m happy about a lot of our advances.