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Generational Awareness

Submitted by Genko at 2017-11-16 23:28:59 EST
Rating: -1.4 on 5 ratings (7 reviews) (Review this item) (V)

Millennials are refusing grow up because they have no example of how to do so: Boomers are still in love with their childhoods.

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Submitted by DudeThatsBOSH at 2017-12-02 09:07:49 EST (#)
Rating: -2

It's your fault. You and scuggs.

Submitted by Shlongy at 2017-11-28 10:00:50 EST (#)
Rating: -2

Give him back his ratings.

Submitted by Bestmate2 at 2017-11-25 16:25:17 EST (#)

Two minutes ago I was listening to Sgt Peperoni and worrying about impending male patern baldness. Two minutes ago. More substances for injection I hear you call. It dulls the slow realisation that in this existence we are all well and truly truckers from Alaska.

Submitted by Tormentos at 2017-11-20 10:21:02 EST (#)

Yes, it is terrible how old people seem to want to remember when the world was not the utter shithole it has become. Imagine how hypocritical the same millenials will feel in 2060 as they sit on the the dirt around the fire, fondly remembering stuff like the internet, video games, electricity, having hair, not having cataracts, and being able to produce non-mutated viable offspring like they took for granted that they would always have, back in the good old days before the missiles were launched. I suppose the last one left after the rest have succumbed to the nuclear winter or radiation or cannibalism will probably draw the "Forever Alone" meme on a cave wall and wish desperately he could post it to whatever Facebook evolved into before The End.

Submitted by Bestmate2 at 2017-11-18 17:11:28 EST (#)
Rating: 1

Your comment about Boomers is indeed prescient . We dream of that rose coloured era of the fifties. Our limbs were lithe and our young cocks could expel a myriad stream of pish 6 to 7 ft across the moss covered cobbles. Our short trousers, not unlike those worn by the young Prince Charles, were oft pulled awry to mutually explore the the pleasure palace within. Golden years of bread and dripping, muffin the mule and the gay flower pot men.

Submitted by Mahalagus at 2017-11-18 13:54:15 EST (#)
Rating: -2

yeah, deep

Submitted by HurtByTheSun at 2017-11-17 12:43:45 EST (#)
Rating: -2

Such insight!


I couldn't very well chop your hand off and bring it to the store,
could I?

-- Homer Simpson
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