Home - by @Mr_Pinko - November 29, 2012 - 20:57 America/New_York - 16 Comments
November 29th, 2012
…and survived countless summers of playing JARTS.
A great message. Thanks, Mr. Pinko!
I thank God I was brought up in those times, when common sense ruled, and “political correctness” was non-existent.
We actually had a fat kid in grammer school, but not by todays standards.
I loved being a kid in the late 50s – 60s. I miss my Stingray bike.
Mr. Pinko, awesome. Be home when the street lights come on. That was the rule in our house growing up.
eternal ¼ cracker p
Yeah and holy fuck, I jammed twinkies and all kinds of trans fat down my throat instead of carrots and lettuce …. Oh wait, I think I might be dead… nevermind.
This must scare the hell out of the left. A generation of people who fought and fended for themselves and their accomplishments based on their own merits and hard work.
Maybe they are just extending this social experiment observation today and taking away everything we have to se how we fare or what we’ll do next…..but I wouldn’t push us lefties, you might not like the outcome.
We used to bike on our bikes, single gear bikes, Schwins if you’re lucky, dozens of miles from home. No helmet, no water, no one knows where you went cause you didn’t know or care. Just be home before the street lights came on
November 30th, 2012
YES! I love your posts Mr. Pinko. I have the scars to prove how we were able to grow up and “let that be a lesson to you” era. It’s what made us who we are today. Strong. Amen!
Boobie the Rocket Dog
That’s some wisdom from Sarasota. Now if they’d only get over their love affair with Charlie Crist.
Yes Mr. Pinko Guess. I’m lucky to have lived this long. I read this on IOTW. “exposure is the best vaxination.” How true.
Oh those horrible parents of yesteryear. The terrible things they said to us:
“If you don’t stop crying, I’ll give you something to cry about.” “If you don’t stop that I’ll cut your head off.”
Not sure I’m all that fond of his politics, but Bill Cosby’s description of “The Belt” came, I’m pretty sure, from interviewing my dad.
“we had never seen the belt, but we had heard about it. The belt was nine feet long, eight feet wide, and it had hooks on it, and it would rip the meat off your body if it ever hit you.”
Tragic Redemption (formerly muddjuice)
Oh man….ain’t that the truth! That was my childhood.
I remember sleeping in the back window or the floorboards of the parent’s Malibu on road trips to the beach…..
December 6th, 2012
I will never forget my mom coming out on the front porch and just yelling my name JOSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHH. I would be in in the woods 3/4 of a mile away telling my buddies ” i gotta go man, we’ll finish the treefort tomorrow”……amazing
And that was ’88/’89 at tne cusp of the original nintendo and the commodore 64…the best computer eva!
Snail Mail- i Own The World/ BigFurHat PO Box 881563 Port St. Lucie, Fl 34988
Want an Avatar? Find out how here.
--SUBSCRIBE by Email FREE