

You only think that because you’re the kid with the bank bag
Someone called me “Grateful Dead Grampa” the other day, and that pretty much sums it up.


You only think that because you’re the kid with the bank bag


So it’s a shitty crop used for rage bait.
I fucking hate people.


You haven’t even bought a house.
Seen everything, my ass. You’re fucking bored, go do some shit.


It was pretty sad.


NSFL doesn’t exist as a tag. Your only choice is to tag it NSFW.
I’m solid GenX.
My grandparents bought a house on a corner lot in the northwest suburbs of Chicago for $6000. Which was about a years salary for Grampa, who worked as a welder. This was in the late 60s.
ETA: Their mortgage was around $50.00 a month.


A piece of creative writing presented at the WEF and baldly stating the goal of agenda 2030.


STRAP ONE ON, IT’S TIME TO JAM!


Oh god.
Mine are:


Sell it yourself then.


What’s that? Oh shit, can they hear us? Turn it off, TURN IT OFF!


Single thoughts are complete within themselves, right?
I’d put my favorite song in everyone’s head full blast.


The middle class, during my lifetime, used to mean one income supported a family of four.
Now, even DINKs struggle.


Your username and server combo plus this comment.
I’m not looking at your account because there is no way you can live up to what just happened in my brain.
To Americans, biscuits are bread leavened with baking soda or baking powder.
That’s it. Bread.
If someone is giving you greasy roux with bits of meat in it, they don’t like you.
Good biscuits and gravy will make you smack your mama for lying to you about what a good breakfast is.
Old Style and Portillo’s
Could have been 17 at the last election, that’d stretch it to 21 maybe.