Different Drug Problem

[4th and Long]

Yep ...

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[Fire Me Boy!]

Up hill!!! BOTH WAYS!!!

[ArrowheadMagic]

IN 3 ft of snow

[4th and Long]

"I killed a bear with my loose leaf notebook."

[KurtCobain]

That's cool.

[CoMoChief]

Now when someone gets in trouble......(Parents) "Go to your room!!!!"

What kid thinks: Xbox Live

[KurtCobain]

When I was 5 my 10 year old brother showed up back to my mom's doorstep. And he was a little crack addict. I watched some awful things happen to him, my mom and her girlfriend really fucked him up a few times. He snuck out once and came back in the morning, and he got beat the fuck out of with a crockpot. Broke his wrist and didn't take him to a doctor. He was constantly watched and given chores and things to fill his time up with, but he was still fucking up everytime he got the chance. So they sent him to Corrective Schooling about 2 years later.

All I knew was I was not going to do that. I liked my brother's lifestyle of drugs and having fun and he told me every detail and I looked up to him. However, I did not want my ass beaten and eventually sent "Away". Then he sent me this letter about how awesome boarding school was. He said it was "Strict" but he had pot everyday and snuck out a couple times a week and got into a couple of "hick" bars out where they stuck him. He said all the beatings were worth it to get sent away from our awful parents.

So I said hell yeah, took my beatings hoping to get out to this cool life my brother talked about. I would be breathless after losing a fight with my mom's girlfriend with an extension cord, and I'd still call her a whore.

[LiveSteam]

Son we lived in a B/N Box car for 3 years on the outskirts of South Sioux city Nebraska
We ate potato soup 6 out 7 days. we had 1 pair of shoes & 1 pair of socks to last all year.
your grandpa made our Xmas presents. We were such happy kids. We didnt know any better

[ArrowheadMagic]

When I was 5 my 10 year old brother showed up back to my mom's doorstep. And he was a little crack addict. I watched some awful things happen to him, my mom and her girlfriend really ****ed him up a few times. He snuck out once and came back in the morning, and he got beat the **** out of with a crockpot. Broke his wrist and didn't take him to a doctor. He was constantly watched and given chores and things to fill his time up with, but he was still ****ing up everytime he got the chance. So they sent him to Corrective Schooling about 2 years later.

All I knew was I was not going to do that. I liked my brother's lifestyle of drugs and having fun and he told me every detail and I looked up to him. However, I did not want my ass beaten and eventually sent "Away". Then he sent me this letter about how awesome boarding school was. He said it was "Strict" but he had pot everyday and snuck out a couple times a week and got into a couple of "hick" bars out where they stuck him. He said all the beatings were worth it to get sent away from our awful parents.

So I said hell yeah, took my beatings hoping to get out to this cool life my brother talked about. I would be breathless after losing a fight with my mom's girlfriend with an extension cord, and I'd still call her a whore.

ok.

[KurtCobain]

Point was no matter how old fashioned a parent is no matter how hard they try, there's too much outside influence anymore. You beat your kids, your neighbor will call the cops. Then they go thug it up in foster care.

[Pioli Zombie]

In my day when a kid backtalked off came the belt, right across the eye. In my day your woman sassed ya WHACK across the eye. A darkie looked at yer woman why we'd string him up like a cat. A Chinaman got out of line we'd beat him with a shovel. He wouldn't do it twice. An Indian came to town we'd kill the whole family. One of them homosexuals smiled atcha why we'd never see him again that's fer sure. In my day you were board you and the fellers would gather round in the barn and some of that there what they call now yer auto erotica asphysiation until one of you passed out or accidently strangled then when bury the kid an say he went missing. With an Indian. Yup then there was the good old days......

[Mr. Flopnuts]

Every generation is worse than the one before. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

[88TG88]

Kids these days have it good with iphones, twitter, facebook, and penicillin

[LiveSteam]

Kids these days have it good with iphones, twitter, facebook, and penicillin

Ya all we had was pinball,space invaders & that first football game with the Xs & Os with that ball thing you would use to make the Xs&Os move. Game was 50 cents to start & ya had to keep pumping full of quarters to finish the game

[Pioli Zombie]

Every generation is worse than the one before. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

SkipTownes was the worst

[LiveSteam]

I wish Jerry Jones had a drug prob. & a bad trip where he thought he could fly.
It would make for a great story & great ending for Jerry Jones

[KC Jones]

The following has been posted on here a dozen times, but it's still funny:

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were when they were growing up, what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning.... Uphill... Barefoot...BOTH ways. yadda, yadda, yadda

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they've got it!

But now that I'm over the ripe old age of forty, I can't help but look around and notice the youth of today. You've got it so easy! I mean, compared to my childhood, you live in a damn Utopia!

And I hate to say it, but you kids today, you don't know how good you've got it! I mean, when I was a kid we didn't have the Internet. If we wanted to know something, we had to go to the damn library and look it up ourselves, in the card catalog!!

There was no email!! We had to actually write somebody a letter - with a pen! Then you had to walk all the way across the street and put it in the mailbox, and it would take like a week to get there! Stamps were 10 cents!

Child Protective Services didn't care if our parents beat us. As a matter of fact, the parents of all my friends also had permission to kick our ass! Nowhere was safe!

There were no MP3's or Napsters or iTunes! If you wanted to steal music, you had to hitchhike to the record store and shoplift it yourself!

Or you had to wait around all day to tape it off the radio, and the DJ would usually talk over the beginning and @#*% it all up! There were no CD players! We had tape decks in our car. We'd play our favorite tape and "eject" it when finished, and then the tape would come undone rendering it useless. Cause, hey, that's how we rolled, Baby! Dig?

We didn't have fancy crap like Call Waiting! If you were on the phone and somebody else called, they got a busy signal, that's it!

There weren't any freakin' cell phones either. If you left the house, you just didn't make a damn call or receive one. You actually had to be out of touch with your "friends". OH MY GOD!!! Think of the horror... not being in touch with someone 24/7!!! And then there's TEXTING. Yeah, right. Please! You kids have no idea how annoying you are.

And we didn't have fancy Caller ID either! When the phone rang, you had no idea who it was! It could be your school, your parents, your boss, your bookie, your drug dealer, the collection agent... you just didn't know!!! You had to pick it up and take your chances, mister!

We didn't have any fancy PlayStation or Xbox video games with high-resolution 3-D graphics! We had the Atari 2600! With games like 'Space Invaders' and 'Asteroids'. Your screen guy was a little square! You actually had to use your imagination!!! And there were no multiple levels or screens, it was just one screen... Forever! And you could never win. The game just kept getting harder and harder and faster and faster until you died! Just like LIFE!

You had to use a little book called a TV Guide to find out what was on! You were screwed when it came to channel surfing! You had to get off your ass and walk over to the TV to change the channel!!! NO REMOTES!!! Oh, no, what's the world coming to?!?!

There was no Cartoon Network either! You could only get cartoons on Saturday Morning. Do you hear what I'm saying? We had to wait ALL WEEK for cartoons, you spoiled little rat-finks!

And we didn't have microwaves. If we wanted to heat something up, we had to use the stove! Imagine that!

And our parents told us to stay outside and play... all day long. Oh, no, no electronics to soothe and comfort. And if you came back inside... you were doing chores! (so true!)
And car seats - oh, please! Mom threw you in the back seat and you hung on. If you were lucky, you got the "safety arm" across the chest at the last moment if she had to stop suddenly, and if your head hit the dashboard, well that was your fault for calling "shot gun" in the first place!

See! That's exactly what I'm talking about! You kids today have got it too easy. You're spoiled rotten! You guys wouldn't have lasted five minutes back in 1970 or any time before!

[Chief Pote]

Point was no matter how old fashioned a parent is no matter how hard they try, there's too much outside influence anymore. You beat your kids, your neighbor will call the cops. Then they go thug it up in foster care.

The SENSIBLE parenting work starts at birth, not when it's too late. Home influences are supposed to be stronger than any other a child experiences in life. Not a product from another family. It takes work to raise a child correctly and should never be taken for granted.

[seclark]

my son was telling his wife about how i'd correct him and his brother w/a well placed thump on occasion. she asked him if he thought that had something to do w/his success in life. he said, "i'm not sure about that, but it always seemed to make dad feel better."

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[Time's Yours]

Every generation is worse than the one before. Yadda, yadda, yadda.

Yeah as long as we ignore that whole segregation/back of the bus thing.

[LiveSteam]

I want some good drugs/ my fucking tooth is killing me.

[Pablo]

I read about half a paragraph and just thought: "Old people. LOL."

[Rasputin]

Biggest mistake I ever made when my Dad took off the belt, was use my hand to block the lashings across my butt. My pinky finger swelled like a bee sting and I cryed like a bitch. Lesson learned to take the lashings across the butt.

[LiveSteam]

Fuck the belt & that god dam wooden spoon my mom used on me. I think both still sit atop the roof of the house

[seclark]

**** the belt & that god dam wooden spoon my mom used on me. I think both still sit atop the roof of the house

ice scraper from under the front, driver-side seat. reach down and grab that bad-boy and hold it up, right in front of the rear-view mirror. those kids acted like i'd whipped out a switch-blade.
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