Yep. Camping out in the summer at the lake frog hunting, racing the frogs after we cut their hind legs off for breakfast (they're best if you soak them overnight in saltwater), getting yelled at by mom for using her good pillow cases and destroying them. Good times.
Of course things were better when you were a kid, then what kids have now. But not as good as your parents had it, just ask them. Of course according to your grandparents, they had it even better... i am seeing a pattern here. Just think how good people in the medieval times had it. Or the cavemen, life must have been great before cell phones fucked things up.
I grew up in this era and we had a blast as children. My parents however grew up in the great depression and said it sucked hairy balls. My mom and aunt lived on a farm and all they got for an afternoon snack was a raw sweet potato. They got so bored one day they started playing with matches and burned down barn. As children we had toys and bikes and things that our parents didn't have, but we always played outside and enjoyed things. Kids today are constantly attached to some sort of electronic device and have no conception whatsoever of social interaction. When this new generation of kids start running the country we're all gonna be fucked.
Era still exists you paranoid fuckers. It's up to the parents to make sure their children have a childhood. Anyone who claims not to have this happy childhood probably had shitty parents.
Im not being paranoid tyler, all you have to do is look outside and see what kids are doing...they're all walking around in a daze giving their thumbs a workout while they text each other. And I think most kids these days have shitty parents...they want everyone else to raise their kids for them, like teachers. Most families have two working adults in the household and nobody is at home when the kids come in from school, so the kids do whatever they feel like doing. Don't say the era is still here...cause it sure as hell isn't.
The funny thing you said there Sporty is, you look outside and see what kids are doing. When I look outside, I see the parents cutting grass and doing yard work. I don't see any kids.
And Sheed, it didn't say anthing about being a better time. It was just simplier back then. There were no groups in school. You knew everyone and either you liked them or you didn't. Simple as that.
I remember power wheels, big wheels, walkie talkies, micro machines, G.I.Joes, Transformers (the original metal ones), building blocks, mud and clay that we would roll into balls and let dry over night and the next day try our damndest to hit someone in the head with them, rollerskates (not rollerblades), wtf? was a computer (we had typewriters), saturday morning cartoons (fucking kids these days are spoiled with nickelodeon, we had to wait all week just to get up at the crack of dawn on saturday to see the new cartoons), and a bunch of other shit that these fucking spoiled ass kids these days would never appreciate! RANT
Wait, are cooties extinct now...thank fucking god!!! And is having 2 or 3 best friends a thing of the past , if so then I am still living in the past..I don't know why that even made the list
Well Gee Wally, I just went through 14 months of taking care of my wife after my insurance company drop us for exceeding the premium. Then when things finally start to look like thier moving forward, my father dies. What the fuck you want me to do? Where's johnnyhash?
this is fucking idiotic. this was created by someone too stupid to know the difference between fondly remembering childhood and actually believing that everything was better back then.
why not do the same thing in reverse? "remember when falling on your bike meant a head injury that left you stunned, but it was cool because you got to stay home from school, and you didn't realize at the time that you had lost around 15 IQ points?" or "remember when nobody bothered wearing seatbelts? but it was all good because car accidents never hurt anyone back then." or "remember actually getting chicken pox? wasn't that better than simply being vaccinated against it?"
Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my
body, the belly, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken back by that old person that lives in my mirror who looks like my father!, but I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making
my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to,despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never
broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don' t question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could
have been, or worrying about what will be.. And I shall eat dessert every single day. If I feel like it.
People in my life care. That's why they send me this shit. Because they know I'm going through a rough time lately. I passed it on because it did make me remember better time in my life with the people I loved. Some of you can relate, most of you don't. You're not the ones I intended this video for. You know what the best thing about having a small penis is? The whole thing can fit in your mouth, so why don't you just suck it!
Comments to Close Your Eyes And Go Back
Toolman, that was beautiful. the god part was a little too much, but it was a part of that era...
Such a time never really existed. Only the rose colored glasses of nostalgia makes one think they did.
Don't worry...like the end says, everyone from that era will be dead soon.
I remember just about all of that, except for the last sentance. Me and dad stayed home on Sundays and watched sports.
i can remember all that stuff better than what i did last month
agreed
Yep. Camping out in the summer at the lake frog hunting, racing the frogs after we cut their hind legs off for breakfast (they're best if you soak them overnight in saltwater), getting yelled at by mom for using her good pillow cases and destroying them. Good times.
I closed my eyes and went back like it said... but then I was just sitting with my eyes closed listening to weird music... this video sucked.
I never did none of this shit. I did jerk off to Wonder Woman though.
You're meant to have your eyes open.
chitara
Of course things were better when you were a kid, then what kids have now. But not as good as your parents had it, just ask them. Of course according to your grandparents, they had it even better... i am seeing a pattern here. Just think how good people in the medieval times had it. Or the cavemen, life must have been great before cell phones fucked things up.
I grew up in this era and we had a blast as children. My parents however grew up in the great depression and said it sucked hairy balls. My mom and aunt lived on a farm and all they got for an afternoon snack was a raw sweet potato. They got so bored one day they started playing with matches and burned down barn. As children we had toys and bikes and things that our parents didn't have, but we always played outside and enjoyed things. Kids today are constantly attached to some sort of electronic device and have no conception whatsoever of social interaction. When this new generation of kids start running the country we're all gonna be fucked.
Era still exists you paranoid fuckers. It's up to the parents to make sure their children have a childhood. Anyone who claims not to have this happy childhood probably had shitty parents.
Im not being paranoid tyler, all you have to do is look outside and see what kids are doing...they're all walking around in a daze giving their thumbs a workout while they text each other. And I think most kids these days have shitty parents...they want everyone else to raise their kids for them, like teachers. Most families have two working adults in the household and nobody is at home when the kids come in from school, so the kids do whatever they feel like doing. Don't say the era is still here...cause it sure as hell isn't.
Which is why I qualified my statement with "its up to their parents to make sure..."
Put enough qualifications on a statement and anything you say will be true.
^future government official/CEO
lol I am a CEO! Sure its a 10 man operation but you nailed it.
10 man or 2 man...small business runs this country!
cheers!
The funny thing you said there Sporty is, you look outside and see what kids are doing. When I look outside, I see the parents cutting grass and doing yard work. I don't see any kids.
that's very true bro
And Sheed, it didn't say anthing about being a better time. It was just simplier back then. There were no groups in school. You knew everyone and either you liked them or you didn't. Simple as that.
Did someone die?
feels like a funeral wake
I remember most of those things and I was born in 83...thanks for the flasback!
I remember power wheels, big wheels, walkie talkies, micro machines, G.I.Joes, Transformers (the original metal ones), building blocks, mud and clay that we would roll into balls and let dry over night and the next day try our damndest to hit someone in the head with them, rollerskates (not rollerblades), wtf? was a computer (we had typewriters), saturday morning cartoons (fucking kids these days are spoiled with nickelodeon, we had to wait all week just to get up at the crack of dawn on saturday to see the new cartoons), and a bunch of other shit that these fucking spoiled ass kids these days would never appreciate! RANT
you're an idiot
you're a fat virgin
I bet drum remembers ho-hos and twinkies the most...
& the daddy ass rapes he had to endure to get them twinkies & ding dongs
god dammit I hate spam email
That's cause you're young.
I may be a child of the 80's but I can relate to almost everything on this.
Seems like this 'time' was somewhere between 1950 and 1983.
hahah 'praying' n00bzville.
They forgot looking at your Dad's porn collection
true
Nah, it was the stash that you stole out of the neighbors shed.
was my uncles stash, but also true...
I've suddenly lost the will to masturbate.
Wait, are cooties extinct now...thank fucking god!!! And is having 2 or 3 best friends a thing of the past , if so then I am still living in the past..I don't know why that even made the list
cooties have mutated...NHv2cootieCwX virus as it's called today
cooties have mutated...NHv2cootieCwX virus as it's called...
is toolman having a breakdown?
Shutup. No seriously shut the fuck up.
Well Gee Wally, I just went through 14 months of taking care of my wife after my insurance company drop us for exceeding the premium. Then when things finally start to look like thier moving forward, my father dies. What the fuck you want me to do? Where's johnnyhash?
this is fucking idiotic. this was created by someone too stupid to know the difference between fondly remembering childhood and actually believing that everything was better back then.
why not do the same thing in reverse? "remember when falling on your bike meant a head injury that left you stunned, but it was cool because you got to stay home from school, and you didn't realize at the time that you had lost around 15 IQ points?" or "remember when nobody bothered wearing seatbelts? but it was all good because car accidents never hurt anyone back then." or "remember actually getting chicken pox? wasn't that better than simply being vaccinated against it?"
p.s. fuck you
Ah..shut up no one cares.
Well said TiredGuy
WTF? people don't have to actually GET chicken pox any more? Pussies!
Old Age, I decided, is a gift. I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my
body, the belly, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken back by that old person that lives in my mirror who looks like my father!, but I don't agonize over those things for long. I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend. I don't chide myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making
my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant. I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging. Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon? I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will. I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to,despite the pitying glances from the jet set. They, too, will get old. I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things. Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never
broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect. I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver. As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don' t question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong. So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could
have been, or worrying about what will be.. And I shall eat dessert every single day. If I feel like it.
dont forget writing to pen-pals far away without the luxury of email.
I want my 5 minutes and 44 seconds back.
Just wait for it to happen to you.
great john prine song: "it's happening to you"
we all get there eventually. biffster
I have a feeling that something important is going on in tool's life. I wonder what it is.
BOO..BORING..I did not last a minute.
That's what she said asshole.
I remember going to the woods in May and clapping my hands to see how many midges (tiny flies, in swarms) I squashed.
^little people hater
I'm a murderer
People in my life care. That's why they send me this shit. Because they know I'm going through a rough time lately. I passed it on because it did make me remember better time in my life with the people I loved. Some of you can relate, most of you don't. You're not the ones I intended this video for. You know what the best thing about having a small penis is? The whole thing can fit in your mouth, so why don't you just suck it!
*hands toolman a beer*
haha...toolman 2012!
But the world is ending then.
Not if tool is in charge!