frostingspoon Wrote:
When I was 16, I spent my birthday week as a junior counselor at bible camp. My entire birthday party took place after the evening meal when the cook brought out an ice cream cake and everyone at the table got half a piece. When I got home later that summer, my dad gave me ten bucks.
[vent begins]Not that I begrudge these rich spoiled twerp teens or anything, but I doubt any of them had to hay and pick field rocks in the spring, harvest potatoes in the fall and cut wood in the winter just to have a few bucks to spend on themselves. I doubt they ever had their parents borrow their paper route money from them to buy groceries. I doubt they ever had to heat up bricks and wrap them in tinfoil and then in army blankets to keep their feet warm at night because the furnace was nearly out of oil.
When I watch reality shows I see kids who don't ever have to provide for themselves but they're still ungrateful, moaning fucks anyway. Pretty much why I hate reality shows, particularly when they howl on about how no one understands what they've been through with their alcoholic, distant parents and no love from family. Hey, at least they had money. Well-off whiners who complain constantly about their lives piss me off. If you grew up with nothing and worked since you were five years old, maybe I'll have some sympathy. Otherwise, shutup the hell up and drive your 50-thousand dollar car to the mall and spend your sorrow away.[/vent ends]
All happy families are the same. All fucked up families are fucked up in their own way....not that this excuses any of
these people, but having alcoholic/non-esistent parents sucks pretty bad, even if they are well off
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harry Wrote:
I understand that you, of all people, know this crisis and, in your own way, are working to address it. You, the madras-pantsed julip-sipping Southern cracker and me, the oldman hippie California fruit cake are brothers in the struggle to save our country.
FT Wrote:
LooGAR (the straw that stirs the drink)
