No, it didn’t. I wasn’t even thinking about problem drinking, just your average guy who has a couple beers after work and maybe works through a 12 pack on the weekends once in a while.
If I hear any of you fuckers enjoying yourselves today I will personally send JJ Watt over to kick your asses. You should be curled up on your floor in the fetal position thanking God for sending the Troops to save your asses from speaking German. Although we like the fascists now. But those were different times.
making some banana pudding for a cookout and it occurred to me that Paula Dean is more likely than not genuinely sorry about her past behavior, if she were truly an unreformed racist she almost certainly would have popped up on the grifting circuit by now, if for no other reason than to sell some cookbooks.
What does this have to do with the TROOPS? GTFO
I get so tilted seeing all the Pat Tillman posts from deplorables, the dude got shot by his own then the military covered it up, a perfect example of why blind military worship is so terrible.
The Allies were all soy boys, IMO.
On Memorial Day I always mold my banana pudding into the shape of a coffin to honor our Greatest Heroes.
For me the best part of my 30s was finally finishing my time machine. The worst part of my 30s is very convoluted and hard to explain- but suffice to say it turns out that time travel is a bit of a monkey’s paw situation, lol.
I guess if I had one piece of advice for someone in their 20s it would be to keep an open mind about things - and if you meet some crazy dude who claims to be a future you, don’t dismiss their warnings out of hand. Also ease up on the booze.
Lol at everyone being miserable in their 20s, 20s were awesome. 30s have been good too but all my friends have babies which makes them lamer and it limits the amount of spontaneous fun.
I only have relevant experience for having grown up poor.
Other people’s kids are really fun to hang out with if you have a dog. The kids will love the dog and love you for bringing a dog for them to play with. At the end of the visit you leave with the dog and you leave the tired cranky kid. Its win win. For you.
30’s is the time to do that stuff you always said you would, just do it. And thank me later.
Peace
I’ve got bad news, I’m afraid. This does end eventually. You’ve got a way to go, but when it hits, it comes out of nowhere.
I’ve heard people in their 60s or something like that report the highest levels of happiness/well being.
It’s a u shape. Happiest at a child and then after 60.
Along those lines. Just general physical decline.
That too.
This also. It’s not so much the loss of freedom, it’s the gain of responsibility. That’s stressful.