OK boomer...yeah, I'm old and opinionated. Call me a Boomer. I take it as a compliment.
How do you know how kids sit at tables?One of the things I notice in schools now, verses when I was in school, is that kids don't segregate themself like we used to do. You could look across a lunchroom in the 80's and see distinct groups of cliques and races. Now, everyone mingles, even amongst racial lines. Or, maybe this is just in my area.
But, it is interesting that those of us from my generation still project cliques onto ourselves. We're grown assed men, still trying to pigeonhole people. But, hopefully, when this generation gets to be our age, we'll have less of this judgey judgey-ness.
I coach a debate team.How do you know how kids sit at tables?
That's just your muscular barrel-chest, Brad!If I wore skinny jeans I would look like a sasuage with the meat all pushed up at the top!
Nice! That's why you are so good at arguing.I coach a debate team.
That stuff was great! And polyester knit never wears out! If you want a flashback, watch some of the old The Bob Newhart Show.All of us, who wore clothes in the late 1970s, should be ashamed!
BACK IN MY DAY WE WERENT AS WEIRD AS THESE DADGUMMED KIDS TODAY ARE.
You who even hazard to think this are bigger tools than you have the capacity to recognize.
It’s so repetitive, and so comical.
Dear Jesus, just stop.
My virgin eyes!!!This ^^^^ made me think of what can happen when the Sausage Is Sexy approach is taken by women who must wear a top in addition to jeans:
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Damn you to hell. I’m going to be tasting vomit all night.This ^^^^ made me think of what can happen when the Sausage Is Sexy approach is taken by women who must wear a top in addition to jeans:
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BACK IN MY DAY WE WERENT AS WEIRD AS THESE DADGUMMED KIDS TODAY ARE.
You who even hazard to think this are bigger tools than you have the capacity to recognize.
It’s so repetitive, and so comical.
Dear Jesus, just stop.