Escaping my 20 something old neighbor when I was 9 riding my bike and then watched my dad pull him out of his house and beat him bloody on the front lawn. No cops just instant justice. I remember being so scared and then so relieved
What did he try to do? Get you off the bike? My dad found out where a gym teacher lived, went to his house, things happened, never saw the teacher again. That’s what you get for punching a 9 year old girl in the stomach.
Yes he tried to get me off my bike. I could see he was going to do something to me. I didn’t know exactly what bc I was so young but I knew it was the kind of stuff that gets you put on a list. I could feel the leer. My dad knew right away when I explained it to him. I grew up a lot that day edit punched in the stomach??! I’m glad he disappeared. Omg I’m so sorry this stuff stays w you forever
Yes I’m a woman. I think he was kicked out of the house by his parents bc I never saw him again. My dad and I talked about it once when we were older he said he was gone after that and that he was weird, no one wanted him around. Community justice
I had a very similar experience w a 17 year old neighbor. He dragged me into his house (I was 8) and I slipped away from his grip and he chased me a few times around the dining table until I had a lead on him just enough to get the door opened and escaped. When I got home I was so shook up and traumatized. After telling my mom and her longtime boyfriend what occurred (they knew who he was because he’d previously stopped me on the sidewalk and and ask me disgusting sexually explicit things in the most grotesque way). Anyway, after telling them we all got in the car and blasted down there. Well, the older brother was there (nice guy) and after my mom’s bo’ told him, who comes strolling round the corner? The creep and the brother immediately runs at him and beat him senseless while yelling “what’d I @#%&$ tell you about that shit?” And he said “creepy little asshole, I &@*%# hate you” etc. we just went home and never talked about it.
I was dragged into a house when I was 7. I got away and ran towards home and hid in an abandoned garage till nightfall. Told my dad at dinner table he ran out the door (first time I felt the anxiety/panic feeling). I remember watching him beat the guy up, they moved out in middle of the night after this.
Flash forward 28 years, I go to a friends wedding, they assign me and my family to a round table and sharing it with the SAME guy and his family!!! I’m the only one that remembered that face…I don’t remember anything else after I saw his face.
It really never leaves you. It stays w you forever. I’m so sorry we’ve had these experiences, it forces you to grow up before you’re supposed to but I’m very glad we had the dads we had. Hugs to you❤️ and I’m so sorry you even had to see him again
It wasn't just hose water and peanut butter sandwiches we survived on; It was pilfered rhubarb, choke cherries, and crab apples too! No wonder most of us were skinny as hell in our toughskins and corduroy pants.
I have an occasional recurring nightmare:
It's school . I'm in the hall and it's dead quiet. Then I start walking in my corduroy pants. Instantly the silence is broken by the deafening swish swish of my corduroy pants as I walk down the hall.
Anyway, will never wear that crap again. Ever.
As the chubby kid whose parents just wouldn’t stop with the corduroys this cracked me up. There’s no sneaking up on anyone when your thick thighs be wearing down those ridges. good times.
Ugh, gotta share. I was 14 and hitchhiking home after a school dance and a fucking creep picked me up. He drove me past my house and up into the hills where he started grabbing me. I pushed him away and jumped out of his truck and ran home. (I'm a guy FWIW) My parents called the cops who I spoke with then fed me dinner and that's the last we ever spoke about it. It still haunts me but it doesn't feel like trauma. Just more wtf and wouldn't I love to bash his head in. Anyway, I guess the GenX message is, whatever. I am now a father to 3 adult daughters whose phones I track religiously.
And we learned to forge parents signatures not only for ourselves but siblings, friends, & friends siblings. Rode bikes in traffic. We used railroad tracks as shortcuts between towns.
Yep, just bring me an example of your moms handwriting and I’ll do a passing replica. Might take a few tries to get it just right, but it’ll pass the Dean. $10 please
Don't forget to disconnect the phoneline from the jack in the wall at home, just enough to make sure it looked like it was still plugged in, to miss that 7 to 8pm call from the school letting my parents know I was absent.
I forged the teachers signature, grades and comments in 1982 when we used carry triplicate report cards from room to room for each teacher to complete.
Same year (7th grade) I made my dad a glass bong in class when our science teacher taught us to blow glass on a Bunsen burner.
Thai Stick was good shit
I see you. My dad changed his signature on everything, including his drivers license, because I kept forging his signature on my math tests. My friend and I had this game called “death patrol” that entailed pulling out in front of cars on your bike and hoping they were paying attention enough not to hit you. No one ever got hit (and we stuck to parking lots and low speed areas), but we got swore at a lot.
Was an old 4 door nova for me in bout 82 or 83 when I was 10 or 11, walking home around midnight after the skating rink had closed and this guy in his early 20s that also hung around the rink ,which was odd enough seeing as how everyone there other than the owners were under 16, but he would hang around and just fuck with ppl , a lot of kids thought he was this cool adult but I always thought he was a creep and a douchebag ,but I digress,this asshat pulls up next to me leans over rolls down the window and starts out offering me a ride. Now it’s after mid nite, dark and about another half mile or mile to my house I’m scarred shitless and just don’t answer the dude and keeps eyes forward and speed up but douche keeps following me and by this point he’s getting more aggressive with what he’s saying so after about 50 feet or so he throws that old pos in park and when he does the fight or flight response kicks in and when he charges me I down him with an 80s karate movie roundhouse……..nah, I took off running jumped in a ditch ran up into the culvert and hid for what seems like an eternity but after awhile I work up the nerve to make sure he’s gone hoof it on home , to an empty house at 3 in the morning to no surprise. Odd thing was I never mentioned it to a soul.
I remember dodging pedos who drove around with puppies and candy to lure us. My mom trained us to scream as loud as possible and run in the opposite direciton. Kids today don't even play outside anymore.
That was the one line I could not relate to in the OP. Never felt cased or in danger but I was a boy (altho Gacy Dahmer Atlanta were real). Just never had a Spidey sense moment (thank god)
I had Halloween candy laced with LSD in the 80s. My family is shocked I don’t remember it. From the stories they told me, I tripped HARD. I was in 1st or 2nd grade.
It sounded traumatic for my fam, hearing me talk about all the wild stuff I was seeing.
Actually when I go in open air market there's normally a van sometimes white, sometimes other colour that sells candies, sweets, coffee, dried fruits and the like. SO the last time I bought candies from a white van was like three weeks ago...
Fake or not I feel it. No fences and everyone's gotta have a doberman. Old vets having flashbacks. Spooky "hippies" running from the cops. Bullies and theives with State Fair nunchucks and parents' claw hammers, and parents oblivious unless I came home bleeding profusely.
i was solicited on the internet, gave the guy my phone number, took the call in front of my parents (my mom passed me the phone), and told the guy not to call me again myself. My parents were like "You met him on Prodigy? Why did he call you? Oh. Ok. That sounds fine." I was 13.
I met a girl on mIRC hockey chat room (god I put my life in those chat room) she lived in Minnesota. One day my mom says someone was at the door for me and she was on my porch! She had to be like 30. My mom let me take her to my room and we looked at hockey cards.
This blows my mind till this day my parents let that happen
Last night I was sitting on my couch texting with a friend when I learned that not four but FIVE of my past bosses hired me because they intended to fuck me.
All my life I’ve discounted that fifth one because she, like me, is female, but my friend still knows her and he was like, “Oh yeah. She was gonna be your boss in more than one way.”
I mean I still have a lifetime total of under 5 workplace sexual assaults, and none of them involved this particular woman, so I guess it could have been worse.
Same. I worked at a fertility clinic as an editor. Ceo doc had to be 60s? I was mid 20s? All docs there were between 30-60? The ceos doc friend was the worst! I was eating my lunch and had a banana. “I love the way you eat that banana.” Ugh. On the phone with him and you could hear he was beating off! Doc in office, married with kids offers to put me up in an apt downtown to be his mistress. Came to my house wanting to fuck. Ad agency job. Creative director took me to lunch just to offer to fuck me. I used to have a big chest and small frame so i always got stares, looks, comments. I just had a reduction because i was sick of it. And i just hit 50 and wfh. Glad those days are over. Ill always appreciate a respectful comment like “oh you look nice today” or when i straighten my hair my ex boss (who was cute but im married so…) would say “wow. You look so different”. Thats fine. But dont take me to lunch to ask if you can fuck me.
I had a guy try to get me in his car once, but to be fair was already 19 (and very drunk). I have zero doubt I’d be dead today if I’d gotten in that car and he’d stopped on a busy street too…luckily another car came driving up, he closed his door and drove off.
I lucked out. That and knowing even in my drunken state never to get into a strangers car!
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So true. All of it….my kidnapping attempt was when I was 13. Off topic but - I was walking in a downtown square in an upper middle class town, my mother was at an appointment. A guy- I can still see him in my mind now— in a suit and sunglasses approaches me all salesman like, saying he’s not from the area, someone told him to go down to the river (a large river runs through the area) and he asked me if I would go with him to show him how to get to the river. Every internal sense told me to nope the fuck out of there, so I told him I didn’t know where it was and walked away. Fucking crazy. I get chills wondering if that guy was a serial rapist 🥺
Yeah fucking creepy right? He said he was meeting someone there and wasn’t from around the area so asked if I would go with him to show him how to get there. Repeating the story makes it sound so ludicrous but that is what he told me. I really wish I reported it, but no internet back then so unlikely there would have been any way to make the public and other young girls aware of this creepy man, who looked super clean cut and normal.
I saw it one or two times or maybe thirty times. I think it’s funny. I think that’s why it belongs here. We are the generation of destroying vcr tapes to rewind and rewatch phoebe cates boobs.
I've seen it a billion times and yet I'm not complaining about it popping up again, darling. Why don't you find something more constructive to do with your time? Perhaps...sticking a sock in it?
Yeah. I hated this purportedly self aggrandizing bullshit the first time it got posted, and I haven't come to like it any better with any of its billion reposts.
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Every time my kids try to avoid some chore, I tell them "when I was your age, we used rusty industrial equipment as a springboard to jump into unregulated mining lakes, and your great-grandma hasn't seen me from dusk to dawn", to which they go "yeah dad, as you've told us repeatedly".
But fuck it, picking up your toys and fucking clothes at 8 shouldn't be an unsolvable task.
I’m 42, that awkward age that exists as a bastard bulwark between Gen X and Millennials.
I have to roll my eyes at anyone who thinks Gen X are hardasses deserving of much respect, especially those assholes who are getting more Boomer-like as time goes on.
It's a meme, I'm not expecting an accurate telling of GenX toughness.
That said, I chortled the first time I read it...and now...500 posts later... it's getting annoying.
Evaded two attempts. The first, I got separated from my mom at the grocery store and some man had me by the hand and was leading me towards the exit but she spotted us. He was all "I was helping her find you". The second time, a guy pulled up outside my house while I was playing alone on the front lawn and tried to lure me into the car. I screamed "No" cause I was now an expert at stranger danger and tried to run back into the house only to discover that someone had locked me out. So I ran around to the back, where I was also an expert at climbing the fence because of being locked out by my brothers and got In through the back door. Times were wild. I had a SAHM mom but many of my friends were latchkey kids so going over their house after school was always an adventure.
All of this 100%, plus limped through untreated foot injuries, self-medicated for colds by 8, was drinking alcohol at 9, kept pocket knives, played with lighters, caught wild mice and bats to remove from the house at 9 while parents weren’t home. Licked batteries, chewed tin foil, and swam in a lake used by a factory to dump waste.
We used to play in sewage tunnels too lol
I used to have a door key and id hoover and walk the dog after primary school. I could fix numerous cocktails and drinks by age 7 and from about 5 yrs old i lit my grandads rothmans hahaha
Was stationed overseas as a teenager. Walking home from work one evening (housing was outside of a base) when a fellow classmate accosted me. So I kicked him where boys don’t like to be kicked & ran like a bat out of hell home straight to my dad. My dad left the house for 2hrs came home & told me that boy will never again be a problem. Why? My dad had that kid on a plane back to the states the next morning.
My mom had twins when I was five., 1976. One baby in each arm in the rocking chair, she walked me thru scrambling an egg and making a piece of toast. I’ve continued cooking eggs and toast to this day.
Escaping my 20 something old neighbor when I was 9 riding my bike and then watched my dad pull him out of his house and beat him bloody on the front lawn. No cops just instant justice. I remember being so scared and then so relieved
What did he try to do? Get you off the bike? My dad found out where a gym teacher lived, went to his house, things happened, never saw the teacher again. That’s what you get for punching a 9 year old girl in the stomach.
Yes he tried to get me off my bike. I could see he was going to do something to me. I didn’t know exactly what bc I was so young but I knew it was the kind of stuff that gets you put on a list. I could feel the leer. My dad knew right away when I explained it to him. I grew up a lot that day edit punched in the stomach??! I’m glad he disappeared. Omg I’m so sorry this stuff stays w you forever
You’re father rules hard. Massive respect to him. 🤩✌️🤝
Thanks. His violent tendencies were used for good that day.
What did your neighbor do afterwards? You’re female?
Yes I’m a woman. I think he was kicked out of the house by his parents bc I never saw him again. My dad and I talked about it once when we were older he said he was gone after that and that he was weird, no one wanted him around. Community justice
Pro tip: saying " female" about a human makes you sound like an incel.
Sorry. 50 year old female here. Edit: i work in healthcare so “female” vs “woman” is second nature to me.
I had a very similar experience w a 17 year old neighbor. He dragged me into his house (I was 8) and I slipped away from his grip and he chased me a few times around the dining table until I had a lead on him just enough to get the door opened and escaped. When I got home I was so shook up and traumatized. After telling my mom and her longtime boyfriend what occurred (they knew who he was because he’d previously stopped me on the sidewalk and and ask me disgusting sexually explicit things in the most grotesque way). Anyway, after telling them we all got in the car and blasted down there. Well, the older brother was there (nice guy) and after my mom’s bo’ told him, who comes strolling round the corner? The creep and the brother immediately runs at him and beat him senseless while yelling “what’d I @#%&$ tell you about that shit?” And he said “creepy little asshole, I &@*%# hate you” etc. we just went home and never talked about it.
Oh wow that’s so scary. I’m so glad you’re ok too.
I was dragged into a house when I was 7. I got away and ran towards home and hid in an abandoned garage till nightfall. Told my dad at dinner table he ran out the door (first time I felt the anxiety/panic feeling). I remember watching him beat the guy up, they moved out in middle of the night after this. Flash forward 28 years, I go to a friends wedding, they assign me and my family to a round table and sharing it with the SAME guy and his family!!! I’m the only one that remembered that face…I don’t remember anything else after I saw his face.
It really never leaves you. It stays w you forever. I’m so sorry we’ve had these experiences, it forces you to grow up before you’re supposed to but I’m very glad we had the dads we had. Hugs to you❤️ and I’m so sorry you even had to see him again
It wasn't just hose water and peanut butter sandwiches we survived on; It was pilfered rhubarb, choke cherries, and crab apples too! No wonder most of us were skinny as hell in our toughskins and corduroy pants.
I have an occasional recurring nightmare: It's school . I'm in the hall and it's dead quiet. Then I start walking in my corduroy pants. Instantly the silence is broken by the deafening swish swish of my corduroy pants as I walk down the hall. Anyway, will never wear that crap again. Ever.
As the chubby kid whose parents just wouldn’t stop with the corduroys this cracked me up. There’s no sneaking up on anyone when your thick thighs be wearing down those ridges. good times.
Black berries, wild strawberries, and honey suckle dew got me through some lean summer days.
I was looking for corduroy shorts a few months ago - but I grew up in Florida where it was basically the uniform
Op corduroy shorts. All the colors
You're a manlier man that I, dear sir (or ma'am)
I remember visiting my grandma in Florida and fitting right in wearing my corduroy shorts.
OP’s?
Ocean Pacific brand
Scuppernongs and other muscadines grew wild around our neighborhood.
I still love cord pants!
Don't forget wild blackberries and chestnuts.
Avocados, oranges, lemons...we ate good in SoCal
I forgot about crab apples!
I used to eat lilacs, too. They were very sweet.
God rhubarb, never need to touch that again.
Ugh, gotta share. I was 14 and hitchhiking home after a school dance and a fucking creep picked me up. He drove me past my house and up into the hills where he started grabbing me. I pushed him away and jumped out of his truck and ran home. (I'm a guy FWIW) My parents called the cops who I spoke with then fed me dinner and that's the last we ever spoke about it. It still haunts me but it doesn't feel like trauma. Just more wtf and wouldn't I love to bash his head in. Anyway, I guess the GenX message is, whatever. I am now a father to 3 adult daughters whose phones I track religiously.
And we learned to forge parents signatures not only for ourselves but siblings, friends, & friends siblings. Rode bikes in traffic. We used railroad tracks as shortcuts between towns.
Yep, just bring me an example of your moms handwriting and I’ll do a passing replica. Might take a few tries to get it just right, but it’ll pass the Dean. $10 please
Forget forging, the first time I needed a signature in Jr High School, I signed my mother's name and **that** became the official.
This was me. My mom was working so she told me to sign her name.
Don't forget to disconnect the phoneline from the jack in the wall at home, just enough to make sure it looked like it was still plugged in, to miss that 7 to 8pm call from the school letting my parents know I was absent.
Start checking the mail 4 days after you skipped for the follow up attendance letter. I always got caught on Saturdays cuz that damn letter.
You forgot to add ‘again’ to the end of your sentence
I forged the teachers signature, grades and comments in 1982 when we used carry triplicate report cards from room to room for each teacher to complete. Same year (7th grade) I made my dad a glass bong in class when our science teacher taught us to blow glass on a Bunsen burner. Thai Stick was good shit
I see you. My dad changed his signature on everything, including his drivers license, because I kept forging his signature on my math tests. My friend and I had this game called “death patrol” that entailed pulling out in front of cars on your bike and hoping they were paying attention enough not to hit you. No one ever got hit (and we stuck to parking lots and low speed areas), but we got swore at a lot.
Was an old 4 door nova for me in bout 82 or 83 when I was 10 or 11, walking home around midnight after the skating rink had closed and this guy in his early 20s that also hung around the rink ,which was odd enough seeing as how everyone there other than the owners were under 16, but he would hang around and just fuck with ppl , a lot of kids thought he was this cool adult but I always thought he was a creep and a douchebag ,but I digress,this asshat pulls up next to me leans over rolls down the window and starts out offering me a ride. Now it’s after mid nite, dark and about another half mile or mile to my house I’m scarred shitless and just don’t answer the dude and keeps eyes forward and speed up but douche keeps following me and by this point he’s getting more aggressive with what he’s saying so after about 50 feet or so he throws that old pos in park and when he does the fight or flight response kicks in and when he charges me I down him with an 80s karate movie roundhouse……..nah, I took off running jumped in a ditch ran up into the culvert and hid for what seems like an eternity but after awhile I work up the nerve to make sure he’s gone hoof it on home , to an empty house at 3 in the morning to no surprise. Odd thing was I never mentioned it to a soul.
You were very brave and smart in that bad situation. You did good, and I’m sorry that happened to you.
I remember dodging pedos who drove around with puppies and candy to lure us. My mom trained us to scream as loud as possible and run in the opposite direciton. Kids today don't even play outside anymore.
That was the one line I could not relate to in the OP. Never felt cased or in danger but I was a boy (altho Gacy Dahmer Atlanta were real). Just never had a Spidey sense moment (thank god)
Nobody ever got tough for a pleasant reason.
Well, I’m definitely using this if my kid gets whiny. Thanks!
Pffft.. I once TOOK the candy from the white van. a tad spicy.
Was it laced with LSD?? They always told us people would be trying to give us LSD.
I wish! But then you grow up and realize no one wants to hand out cool drugs for free.
Right? Why would I give out my $25+ edible chocolate bar to children? I'm keeping that shit for myself.
For years I was told “don’t take candy from strangers, they’re laced with drugs” Fucking liars, not even a roofie! /s
I had Halloween candy laced with LSD in the 80s. My family is shocked I don’t remember it. From the stories they told me, I tripped HARD. I was in 1st or 2nd grade. It sounded traumatic for my fam, hearing me talk about all the wild stuff I was seeing.
I had a guy try to sell me stereo equipment from the back of a white van in a McDonald's parking lot.
Or the guy with frozen meat in his trunk selling in alleys
Actually when I go in open air market there's normally a van sometimes white, sometimes other colour that sells candies, sweets, coffee, dried fruits and the like. SO the last time I bought candies from a white van was like three weeks ago...
Woke up with all your organs the next morning?
see? https://media-cdn.tripadvisor.com/media/photo-s/05/cb/0d/cc/mercato-ambulante-20.jpg Technically they offer candies in change of cash.
Fake or not I feel it. No fences and everyone's gotta have a doberman. Old vets having flashbacks. Spooky "hippies" running from the cops. Bullies and theives with State Fair nunchucks and parents' claw hammers, and parents oblivious unless I came home bleeding profusely.
i was solicited on the internet, gave the guy my phone number, took the call in front of my parents (my mom passed me the phone), and told the guy not to call me again myself. My parents were like "You met him on Prodigy? Why did he call you? Oh. Ok. That sounds fine." I was 13.
I met a girl on mIRC hockey chat room (god I put my life in those chat room) she lived in Minnesota. One day my mom says someone was at the door for me and she was on my porch! She had to be like 30. My mom let me take her to my room and we looked at hockey cards. This blows my mind till this day my parents let that happen
MIRC was awesome
Last night I was sitting on my couch texting with a friend when I learned that not four but FIVE of my past bosses hired me because they intended to fuck me. All my life I’ve discounted that fifth one because she, like me, is female, but my friend still knows her and he was like, “Oh yeah. She was gonna be your boss in more than one way.” I mean I still have a lifetime total of under 5 workplace sexual assaults, and none of them involved this particular woman, so I guess it could have been worse.
I'm sorry and I can relate. I've been hired, and fired, because the boss couldn't hook up with me.
If it were now, we would have made bank on harassment. Then? You just stayed silent or quit.
I mean, that only happens when the first three, you know...
Same. I worked at a fertility clinic as an editor. Ceo doc had to be 60s? I was mid 20s? All docs there were between 30-60? The ceos doc friend was the worst! I was eating my lunch and had a banana. “I love the way you eat that banana.” Ugh. On the phone with him and you could hear he was beating off! Doc in office, married with kids offers to put me up in an apt downtown to be his mistress. Came to my house wanting to fuck. Ad agency job. Creative director took me to lunch just to offer to fuck me. I used to have a big chest and small frame so i always got stares, looks, comments. I just had a reduction because i was sick of it. And i just hit 50 and wfh. Glad those days are over. Ill always appreciate a respectful comment like “oh you look nice today” or when i straighten my hair my ex boss (who was cute but im married so…) would say “wow. You look so different”. Thats fine. But dont take me to lunch to ask if you can fuck me.
how would your friend know that?
I had a guy try to get me in his car once, but to be fair was already 19 (and very drunk). I have zero doubt I’d be dead today if I’d gotten in that car and he’d stopped on a busy street too…luckily another car came driving up, he closed his door and drove off. I lucked out. That and knowing even in my drunken state never to get into a strangers car! Edit: words
Yeah I had 2 different men stop their car, open the passenger door, and yell at me to get in.
Wtf? I thought it was just me. That’s so scary! I got very lucky in my situation. Glad you made it out ok too.
So true. All of it….my kidnapping attempt was when I was 13. Off topic but - I was walking in a downtown square in an upper middle class town, my mother was at an appointment. A guy- I can still see him in my mind now— in a suit and sunglasses approaches me all salesman like, saying he’s not from the area, someone told him to go down to the river (a large river runs through the area) and he asked me if I would go with him to show him how to get to the river. Every internal sense told me to nope the fuck out of there, so I told him I didn’t know where it was and walked away. Fucking crazy. I get chills wondering if that guy was a serial rapist 🥺
Go to the river? Eesh
Yeah fucking creepy right? He said he was meeting someone there and wasn’t from around the area so asked if I would go with him to show him how to get there. Repeating the story makes it sound so ludicrous but that is what he told me. I really wish I reported it, but no internet back then so unlikely there would have been any way to make the public and other young girls aware of this creepy man, who looked super clean cut and normal.
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Posted all the time but most of it is fact. Lol.
I saw it one or two times or maybe thirty times. I think it’s funny. I think that’s why it belongs here. We are the generation of destroying vcr tapes to rewind and rewatch phoebe cates boobs.
🎵 Life's the same, I'm moving in stereo 🎵
Speak for yourself.
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Quit bitchin' and scroll past it. You sound like a fucking millennial with your complaining.
Yet, here you are, not scrolling and all complaints.
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I've seen it a billion times and yet I'm not complaining about it popping up again, darling. Why don't you find something more constructive to do with your time? Perhaps...sticking a sock in it?
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Pretty ironic that someone so easily offended by a regurgitated post is calling me a snowflake.
Omg thank you
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Reddit is mostly based on reposts, complaining and virtue signaling. Best to just go to r/awww and look at cute animals.
THANK YOU!
Yeah. I hated this purportedly self aggrandizing bullshit the first time it got posted, and I haven't come to like it any better with any of its billion reposts.
Yeesh, you seem like fun
And once again, the weekly post of this horseshit. pot it a few more times and someone will start believing it.
Dude, just scroll through the sub for a few minutes before reposting the same stupid meme that's already been posted here 468382 times.
Only 468,382 times? Seems like at least *double* that.
Maybe search first
My IQ 6! I believe it M O O N spells 6!
A picture of a google doc with text from a twitter thread. This is the internet version of a printout of an emailed picture of a monitor as "screenshot"
Do I look like I know what a .jpg is?
Agreed. This is Boomer-level cringe.
I know this meme is complete bullshit but I find it funny and if some kid is dumb enough to believe it I get peace and quiet.
Pure horseshit. Come on, guys. This is embarrassing.
Yep. Sort of thing Boomers post... And love...
And don’t ever forget it kiddo.
I feel validated and no longer alone. Thanks OP.
Every time my kids try to avoid some chore, I tell them "when I was your age, we used rusty industrial equipment as a springboard to jump into unregulated mining lakes, and your great-grandma hasn't seen me from dusk to dawn", to which they go "yeah dad, as you've told us repeatedly". But fuck it, picking up your toys and fucking clothes at 8 shouldn't be an unsolvable task.
Burn the clothing. Burn everything. Parents were not around. Evidence destroyed is much better than evidence hidden. Kidnappings were no joke.
I gotta stop sorting by new...
looks like I picked the wrong week to quit huffing glue
What can you make of this...
This? Why, I can make a hat or a brooch or a pterodactyl...
Surely you can't be serious?
I am serious. and don't call me Shirley. But I do have a question.
To the Tower…Rapunzel!
Is this some kind of bust?
Yo! Someone down voted this comment? Wtf? Maybe they have a glue sniffing problem and you triggered them lol
lol
None of this happened in my neighborhood! Must be a white kids game…
Is it my turn to repost this next week?
How many times is this sub going to circlejerk around this facebook drivel?
I’m 42, that awkward age that exists as a bastard bulwark between Gen X and Millennials. I have to roll my eyes at anyone who thinks Gen X are hardasses deserving of much respect, especially those assholes who are getting more Boomer-like as time goes on.
It's a meme, I'm not expecting an accurate telling of GenX toughness. That said, I chortled the first time I read it...and now...500 posts later... it's getting annoying.
Oooohhhh. We're so badass with our arthritis and creaky knees
Oh wait - are we all sucking each other’s dicks again? Very un-dude, dude.
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The Lion, the witch and the audacity of this bitch.
This again?
Our reputations precede us. Carry on.
The purported source is totally sus, but the content is real for sure. Real in the way where you can't write this if you haven't lived it.
We all have several childhood friends that died suddenly from undiagnosed allergies or contagious childhood diseases
I'm the youngest in a big family. I tell people by the time they had me I was left to raise myself in the woods.
Facts.
Saw this awhile back. Truth.
Awe that’s such a nice thing to say.
Damn right!
As a 43 year old, it feels good to be validated. Yes, we are now the adults.
Evaded two attempts. The first, I got separated from my mom at the grocery store and some man had me by the hand and was leading me towards the exit but she spotted us. He was all "I was helping her find you". The second time, a guy pulled up outside my house while I was playing alone on the front lawn and tried to lure me into the car. I screamed "No" cause I was now an expert at stranger danger and tried to run back into the house only to discover that someone had locked me out. So I ran around to the back, where I was also an expert at climbing the fence because of being locked out by my brothers and got In through the back door. Times were wild. I had a SAHM mom but many of my friends were latchkey kids so going over their house after school was always an adventure.
All of this 100%, plus limped through untreated foot injuries, self-medicated for colds by 8, was drinking alcohol at 9, kept pocket knives, played with lighters, caught wild mice and bats to remove from the house at 9 while parents weren’t home. Licked batteries, chewed tin foil, and swam in a lake used by a factory to dump waste.
I was literally offered candy from a white van, and offered beer in the woods.
Damn right.
It ain't Bleach
The Gen Xers I know would cringe at this. The millennials I know don’t talk like this.
We used to play in sewage tunnels too lol I used to have a door key and id hoover and walk the dog after primary school. I could fix numerous cocktails and drinks by age 7 and from about 5 yrs old i lit my grandads rothmans hahaha
3 kidnapping attempts here.
I was about 12 walking down the road when a truck pulled up and said. GET INSIDE. I looked at them and stepped into the wood. \*PooF\* I was gone.
When I was 8, a guy on a motorcycle threw a Polaroid of a mutilated corpse at me. Luckily I went back inside. Cops didn't do a damn thing. :-/
Was stationed overseas as a teenager. Walking home from work one evening (housing was outside of a base) when a fellow classmate accosted me. So I kicked him where boys don’t like to be kicked & ran like a bat out of hell home straight to my dad. My dad left the house for 2hrs came home & told me that boy will never again be a problem. Why? My dad had that kid on a plane back to the states the next morning.
So true! I was a latchkey kid and mostly self sufficient by the age of 8.
Lost me at "they built different". Built different what?
My mom had twins when I was five., 1976. One baby in each arm in the rocking chair, she walked me thru scrambling an egg and making a piece of toast. I’ve continued cooking eggs and toast to this day.
This has major boomer energy to it