Back in my day, a "failure on the internet" meant that we launched a nuke or two! Not this pussy footing about of "someone did something stupid" phenomenon.
Back in my day we made all our own meals. It consisted of hunting your food, skinning it so you could sleep in it and survive the night, then eating the meat raw.
Back in my day, we didn't have no pencils or paper. We had rocks. And chisels. If you couldn't chisel out your essay, you had to memorize it. And if you couldn't memorize it, you had to invent a new way to record information. So I did. I invented the internet!
Back in my day, the cars we had didn't have any of this flight techno-boobly. We had to use them ol' Fords to get places. And they stayed on the durn ground, too!
In my day, We didn't have no new-fangled internets to make threads we used a bulletin board in the town square which we used to sell tables, We didn't have time with the war to be online talking to other whippersnappers. In fact what is a thread?
Back in mah day we didn't have dogs, we had velociraptors! Yeah, they were hard to train, but at least they were better hunters than your "dog" could ever be!
Pfft, tough it out, wimp. Back in MY day, we didn't have no joints! Whenever we engaged in war, we never sided with someone else, no sirrie! All we had were constant free-for-alls, we didn't have no joint-strike operations!
pssh, pansy. Back in my day we were too busy being lumberjacks to age! You don't notice silly things like the passage of time while cutting down trees or eating lunches.
Back in my day, They'd fall off randomly every few minutes. You'd be in the middle of a conversation then *thump*. Diseases were a lot more serious then this STD nonsense.
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