Spencer

The first guy on the list. I want to punch him in the face for this:
"I make eggs stewed in a very spicy herb tomato sauce. This works for me because it's spicy, has plenty of fat, and I eat it with grilled bread."
That's just eggs and toast with hot sauce, you pretentious dick.

The first guy on the list. I want to punch him in the face for this:
"I make eggs stewed in a very spicy herb tomato sauce. This works for me because it's spicy, has plenty of fat, and I eat it with grilled bread."
That's just eggs and toast with hot sauce, you pretentious dick.

The first guy on the list. I want to punch him in the face for this:
"I make eggs stewed in a very spicy herb tomato sauce. This works for me because it's spicy, has plenty of fat, and I eat it with grilled bread."
That's just eggs and toast with hot sauce, you pretentious dick.

Grass on the Field:  Why You Should Wait Until They Turn Eighteen
 
-Cory

I like the direction this thread has headed, mostly because I like to bitch about my generation.
I was born in 1987.  My parents are on the older side, both born in the 1940's.
 
Both my parents worked, starting from their teens up until retiring around age 60-ish.
My dad, having owned his owned business, still isn't quite retired, but he has switched things over to online-only, and can step away at any time.
They travel.  They gamble.  They do whatever they want, whenever they want because that's what you are entitled to after decades of hard work.
 
I'm an only child.  My parents have money, property, cars, whatever.
I've been working, be it for my dad, odd jobs, college jobs, or now a real career, since I was in my early teens.
High school would end, other kids would go play video games, smoke pot, dick around, and I would be on the bus to go to work.
Saved up enough money for a truck.  Started driving to work.
I haven't asked my parents for a dime since college ended.  They paid for my education.  I have no real debt other than a condo-sized mortgage.  Paid my car off years ago.
 
The under-30 people I work with.... you should see them.  Entitled.  Brainless.  Disgusting.  All of them with college degrees in science and engineering, but most don't know the meaning of work.
They don't want to drive to LA because it's too far.  They arrive in the office at 9:00 and leave at 4:30 or 5:00.  They sit on their ass in the field and don't ask questions; they watch the contractors work.
 
I feel sad for my generation.  We have little in common.

I like the direction this thread has headed, mostly because I like to bitch about my generation.
I was born in 1987.  My parents are on the older side, both born in the 1940's.
 
Both my parents worked, starting from their teens up until retiring around age 60-ish.
My dad, having owned his owned business, still isn't quite retired, but he has switched things over to online-only, and can step away at any time.
They travel.  They gamble.  They do whatever they want, whenever they want because that's what you are entitled to after decades of hard work.
 
I'm an only child.  My parents have money, property, cars, whatever.
I've been working, be it for my dad, odd jobs, college jobs, or now a real career, since I was in my early teens.
High school would end, other kids would go play video games, smoke pot, dick around, and I would be on the bus to go to work.
Saved up enough money for a truck.  Started driving to work.
I haven't asked my parents for a dime since college ended.  They paid for my education.  I have no real debt other than a condo-sized mortgage.  Paid my car off years ago.
 
The under-30 people I work with.... you should see them.  Entitled.  Brainless.  Disgusting.  All of them with college degrees in science and engineering, but most don't know the meaning of work.
They don't want to drive to LA because it's too far.  They arrive in the office at 9:00 and leave at 4:30 or 5:00.  They sit on their ass in the field and don't ask questions; they watch the contractors work.
 
I feel sad for my generation.  We have little in common.

I like the direction this thread has headed, mostly because I like to bitch about my generation.
I was born in 1987.  My parents are on the older side, both born in the 1940's.
 
Both my parents worked, starting from their teens up until retiring around age 60-ish.
My dad, having owned his owned business, still isn't quite retired, but he has switched things over to online-only, and can step away at any time.
They travel.  They gamble.  They do whatever they want, whenever they want because that's what you are entitled to after decades of hard work.
 
I'm an only child.  My parents have money, property, cars, whatever.
I've been working, be it for my dad, odd jobs, college jobs, or now a real career, since I was in my early teens.
High school would end, other kids would go play video games, smoke pot, dick around, and I would be on the bus to go to work.
Saved up enough money for a truck.  Started driving to work.
I haven't asked my parents for a dime since college ended.  They paid for my education.  I have no real debt other than a condo-sized mortgage.  Paid my car off years ago.
 
The under-30 people I work with.... you should see them.  Entitled.  Brainless.  Disgusting.  All of them with college degrees in science and engineering, but most don't know the meaning of work.
They don't want to drive to LA because it's too far.  They arrive in the office at 9:00 and leave at 4:30 or 5:00.  They sit on their ass in the field and don't ask questions; they watch the contractors work.
 
I feel sad for my generation.  We have little in common.

An Athlete's Guide to Women
Dave Stewart

An Athlete's Guide to Women
Dave Stewart

Ted
Why did nobody tell me there would be a Flash Gordon montage?

81 on the beach here on Saturday.  The sweat coming off my brow mixing with my sunblock was was bouncing off my cold beer that I had in my hand, getting my towel wet.  It was awful.

Ted
Why did nobody tell me there would be a Flash Gordon montage?

CHIC 379B: Successfully Choosing Which of the Dozen Dead Homies and Hermanos to Memorialize

Ray Manzarek

It's additives

ORLY?
http://www.toptiergas.com/retailers.html

I dont give a damn

I should clarify.
The posts aren't directed to nor cal peeps in general. It's like my fb friend's aunt posts on my fb friend's wall, and it shows up on my feed.
The fake concern irritates me. What if this was the case:
"Oh my goodness me! Everything ok? Saw there was an earthshake!"
"AUNT JILLIAN!! HOLY SHIT, THANK F*CKING GOD YOU FACEBOOKED ME! MY HOUSE WAS DESTROYED AND TIMMY IS TRAPPED IN THE RUBBLE! PLEASE SEND HELP!!!"
"Oh that's terrible! Thoughts and prayers!!!"
Get real, random relative. You're not in a position to help, and if there actually was cause for immediate concern, I'm not bothering to check my facebook feed for well wishes.

Jesus.
Is this seriously a pet peeve? This is one of the biggest white whines I've seen here.
Talk about first world problems.

100 is twice as large as 50, therefore so cal weather is twice as good as wisconsin weather.
Probably more than that, if you believe Pantherian Meteorlogical statheads

Thoughts on baby ultrasound pictures?
I say lame. Come up with a better technique to express your joy than by posting a grainy amorphous blob swimming in your uterus.

With carbon?

With carbon?