We're Doomed
I live right by the Menlo Park Mall and go there frequently. My favorite Barnes & Nobel is there (2 floors). Oh and the Cheesecake Factory too. But anyway, I have to say I have never or rarely see any Snookie-esque people here/there. I'm sure down in Seaside Heights there are quite a few since it was filmed there. And btw, Seaside Heights is the worst of the Jersey shore area. I don't know, maybe I'm not looking for them? But I'm sure I would notice any freak of natures like that.
With regard to smacking' the spawn, I wished that would have happened on the connecting flight from Charlotte. Mom with child on her lap and all that kid did was scream.
Actually, Mom should have been smacked . . . She thought crying spawn was cute.
Airlines should have flights dedicated to flying families with kids.
Actually, Mom should have been smacked . . . She thought crying spawn was cute.
Airlines should have flights dedicated to flying families with kids.
LT - a response during the Yankee game?
I guess when they're losing, especially to Boston it ain't worth watching.
With regard to that mall . . Nordies!!!!!!
God I miss Nordies. (walked right by that B&N on the way to the Apple Store.) Will Be at that Cheesecake Factory this weekend . . . Three words . . . Godiva. Chocolate. Cheesecake
I guess when they're losing, especially to Boston it ain't worth watching.
With regard to that mall . . Nordies!!!!!!
God I miss Nordies. (walked right by that B&N on the way to the Apple Store.) Will Be at that Cheesecake Factory this weekend . . . Three words . . . Godiva. Chocolate. Cheesecake
Last edited by kobiashi; Aug 6, 2010 at 08:40 PM.
LT - a response during the Yankee game?
I guess when they're losing, especially to Boston it ain't worth watching.
With regard to that mall . . Nordies!!!!!!
God I miss Nordies. (walked right by that B&N on the way to the Apple Store.) Will Be at that Cheesecake Factory this weekend . . . Three words . . . Godiva. Chocolate. Cheesecake
I guess when they're losing, especially to Boston it ain't worth watching.
With regard to that mall . . Nordies!!!!!!
God I miss Nordies. (walked right by that B&N on the way to the Apple Store.) Will Be at that Cheesecake Factory this weekend . . . Three words . . . Godiva. Chocolate. Cheesecake
I bought some earrings at Nordstrom just the other day.
Oh and don't rule out the Yanks yet. It's only bottom of the 5th.
With regard to smacking' the spawn, I wished that would have happened on the connecting flight from Charlotte. Mom with child on her lap and all that kid did was scream.
Actually, Mom should have been smacked . . . She thought crying spawn was cute.
Airlines should have flights dedicated to flying families with kids.
Actually, Mom should have been smacked . . . She thought crying spawn was cute.
Airlines should have flights dedicated to flying families with kids.
On a flight last month a child was screaming just about the entire 3 hours. At the end of the flight the woman had the nerve to say she was keeping the child awake on purpose so it would sleep when it got home. That deserves being drug out back and shot.
Today's kids want it handed to them, not have to work for it like my generation did.
My niece EXPECTS to get a new car for her 16th birthday!!! I asked if she preferred Hot Wheels, Matchbox, or plastic models she had to build. Did not go over well. Then both her father and I told her that we did not get cars handed to us; we worked summers, saved our money, and then bought our own cars. We also learned to repair those cars ourselves, and still do much of our own repairs on vehicles to this day.
Today's kids lack any common sense, respect for anyone but themselves, are completely clueless, and are as useless as a hickey on a hemmerhoid when it comes to doing hard work. To bad most of their parents are just about as useless.
My niece EXPECTS to get a new car for her 16th birthday!!! I asked if she preferred Hot Wheels, Matchbox, or plastic models she had to build. Did not go over well. Then both her father and I told her that we did not get cars handed to us; we worked summers, saved our money, and then bought our own cars. We also learned to repair those cars ourselves, and still do much of our own repairs on vehicles to this day.
Today's kids lack any common sense, respect for anyone but themselves, are completely clueless, and are as useless as a hickey on a hemmerhoid when it comes to doing hard work. To bad most of their parents are just about as useless.
Last edited by AZ Mr. Bill; Aug 6, 2010 at 11:45 PM.

Oh wait

I like to think of myself as one of the few kids that was given a vehicle as an upgrade from the one I earned, I also maintained both vehicles on my own. Some reason it turned into a modification fetish.
My first car was a high school graduation present. My grandmother gave me 500 bucks and told me to go find the best car I could for the money. Before that, I had to timeshare with the parents and I RODE THE BUS to school.
My mom smacked me upside the head whenever she came home today, I'm almost 18..
But i did deserve it, I had to use her car to pick up tools to fix my truck that was dead in the middle of a mud hole, It seems i forgot to turn down the blaring country when i parked her car
But i did deserve it, I had to use her car to pick up tools to fix my truck that was dead in the middle of a mud hole, It seems i forgot to turn down the blaring country when i parked her car

Well thats fair.
I agree it was fair, If i deserve it i get it upside the head.
I also now have to wash her car since it went back some dirt roads and i trashed the interior while working on my truck.
Oh and while we are at it, I paid for my first truck myself just about a month ago, Paid 650 for the truck and have roughly a grand into parts and have done all the labor myself.
I also now have to wash her car since it went back some dirt roads and i trashed the interior while working on my truck.
Oh and while we are at it, I paid for my first truck myself just about a month ago, Paid 650 for the truck and have roughly a grand into parts and have done all the labor myself.
Bucky's sentiment doesn't stop at the border either, it's the same thing up here too.
You know what the problem is? The parents don't beat their kids.
Parents, beat your kids, do them a favour and beat their asses like a rented mule, they will love you for it later.
You kn ow how many parents I see letting their idiot kids running loose and wild all over the place with little or no regard for anyone else?
It's not cute, it's not funny, it is irresponsible.
Get those little under control and beat them when they deserve it.
You know what the problem is? The parents don't beat their kids.
Parents, beat your kids, do them a favour and beat their asses like a rented mule, they will love you for it later.
You kn ow how many parents I see letting their idiot kids running loose and wild all over the place with little or no regard for anyone else?
It's not cute, it's not funny, it is irresponsible.
Get those little under control and beat them when they deserve it.
The other day, someone at a store in our town read that a Methamphetamine lab had been found in an old farmhouse in the adjoining county and he asked me a rhetorical question. "Why didn't we have a drug problem when you and I were growing up?"
I replied I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and coklebur's out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.
I replied I had a drug problem when I was young: I was drug to church on Sunday morning. I was drug to church for weddings and funerals. I was drug to family reunions and community socials no matter the weather.
I was drug by my ears when I was disrespectful to adults. I was also drug to the woodshed when I disobeyed my parents, told a lie, brought home a bad report card, did not speak with respect, spoke ill of the teacher or the preacher, or if I didn't put forth my best effort in everything that was asked of me.
I was drug to the kitchen sink to have my mouth washed out with soap if I uttered a profanity. I was drug out to pull weeds in mom's garden and flower beds and coklebur's out of dad's fields. I was drug to the homes of family, friends and neighbors to help out some poor soul who had no one to mow the yard, repair the clothesline, or chop some firewood; and, if my mother had ever known that I took a single dime as a tip for this kindness, she would have drug me back to the woodshed.
Those drugs are still in my veins and they affect my behavior in everything I do, say, or think. They are stronger than cocaine, crack, or heroin; and, if today's children had this kind of drug problem, America would be a better place.
God bless the parents who drugged us.





