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Dec 11 2012

I Can’t Believe We Made It

How did anyone survive growing up in a world that hadn’t been rendered 100% bruise-free by totalitarian moonbattery?

A better question is: How will anyone survive their first brush with reality after being raised as a pudgy soft hamster in an ultrasafe Habitrail cage?

On a tip from The Only Other Conservative in Seattle.

8 Responses to “I Can’t Believe We Made It”

  1. Bob says:

    Coming to city near you. Thought process of an Obama dude…

  2. Joek Loth says:

    We used to have Roman Candles and Bottle Rocket wars, at close range!! We would also have apple fights (throw apples at the enemy), climbed on top of a church, hung out, jumped off of said church, broke wrist!! I once climbed out of a pick-up truck cab and got into the bed, going down the highway(275 in Ohio)!!!
    I(we)made it!!!

  3. Dr. 9 says:

    Turning America’s youth into soft little pansys has allowed the govt. to create the obesity scam, which allows them to control everything our kids eat, drink, wear, think, and are taught.

  4. Mr Evilwrench says:

    Apples? We used to throw rocks at each other. They were easier to come by.

  5. Cameraman says:

    Hell we Played Combat with BB Guns…Jumped off anything higher than 3 ft, climbed to the TOPS of trees, every Building we could get on we Did! Swam in a Mile wide River with a 5 Knot current…Threw Rocks, bottles and Cans, and this was just the Morning of a typical summer Day….What Pansies we now Raise….

    Semper Fi

  6. bluffcreek1967 says:

    We used to have dirt clog fights, ride our bikes without helmets, skateboard without helmets, built our own makeshift tree house, rode in the back of pick-up trucks while traveling down the road, got spanked with a wooden paddle by the school Principal, got my mouth washed out with a bar of soap because I used foul language, got into fistfights and had them broken up by a teacher who only separated us and sent us on our way, and on and on! Those were the good old days!

  7. Kraki says:

    When I was around 10 my friends would go out into the woods about 3/4 mile, far from where we could be seen. We made a fire and cooked hotdogs, marshmallows, potatoes (usually way underdone) and slept out. There was a great hill in the woods where we would swing from monkey vines.
    A jeep would go through the neighborhood in the summer spewing plumes of gas to kill mosquitoes (no doubt DDT). We ran after it.
    We played with liquid mercury and asbestos pads in 10th grade chemistry.
    Not all of these are good ideas, but kids are more resilient than what we give them credit for. We do no favors by overprotecting them.
    Ticks, daddy longleggers, poison ivy, and all spending time as a kid in the woods was the best.

  8. jim says:

    Dirt clods? I’ll see those and raise you bb-pistols. We had to pry one out of my friends forehead. Another one of my friends fell off a rotting fence and got a concussion. He just laid there for about five minutes, finally woke up and asked what happened.

    Kids today.

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