I think it was at my 24th birthday dinner with my parents and grandma when I had the absolute worst chicken fettuccine alfredo I've ever had and I just forced my way through all of it without even complaining once. When I was a kid, I would have refused to eat that garbage, but it was a nice dinner out with my grandma and my parents and my dad was paying, so I just kept my mouth shut and ate. I did not go back to that restaurant. lol
how the hell did you get kicked out of toys r us? I've been in them barefooted, fucked up, throwing shit around, riding their bikes and scooters and talking in a not so inside voice and no one said anything
ive been 'dirty looked' out of a toys r us before. now i have a 4 year old, so i can get away with it, but the overpriced crap there isnt worth it, i wasnt really a toys r us kid when i was little anyway.
I realized the process was underway when I first left home at 17, with about 20 bucks, to fend for myself for a few weeks. I hitchiked a few hundred miles in one direction and a few hundred in another, sleeping outside without a tent. I had a fishing rod with me and was usually accompanied by one or another buddy. We sought out friendly local girls (much to the hatred of the local guys) and cadged cigarettes and food. Good times. But it sure taught me a deep-seated and life-long appreciation of warm, bug-free beds and full fridges. Which in turn led me to appreciate my parents more.... And so it goes.
it does it its own way. when i was a kid i thought that when i grew up id know wtf was happening, and ive have shit figured out. now i know that in fact, no, you still have no fucking clue what is happening, but you have to move forward anyway
yeazh. that one too.. and when stop calling people by the names, and refer them as Jesus Christ.. Jesus Christ now what, Jesus Christ them kids are making alot of noise, Jesus Christ here we go again.. :devil:
I do this, but I'm not really calling them jesus christ but just exclaiming the phrase jesus christ in disgust
Congratulations, You Have Just Been Accepted For Membership In The "Grumpy Middle Aged Mens Club".... The Most Obvious Outward Sign Of This Age Group Is The Incessant Screaming Of The Words "Jesus Christ" To Each And Everything That Happens In His Life. The Next Phase Is The "Grumpy Old Man Club", And The First Sign Of This Stage Is The Utterance Of The Phrase...."GET OFF MY BLOODY LAWN"... Enjoy Your Middle Age Orison, Because It Will Only Feel Like Minutes Before You Fling Open The Window And Scare The Bejesus Out Of Some Poor Kids By Yelling "JESUS CHRIST GET OFF MY BLOODY LAWN YOU LITTLE S**TS"...:2thumbsup: Cheers Glen.