Kids Today Are A Complete Disgrace
2009 Overheard at the barber shop: These kids today are a complete disgrace. They just sit around on their computers all the time, typing misspelled words on their MySpace pages, and hardly ever get outside.
When I was growing up in the late 80s, we ran through the neighborhood until it was too dark to see, or our mothers made us come home. We played Throw the Baby Down a Well or Booger Ball, and had a blast all summer long.
Today’s generation is nothing but a bunch of pampered little pusslings.
1989 Overheard at the barber shop: These kids today are a complete disgrace. They just sit around in front of their Nintendos all the time, rolling barrels at wops, and hardly ever get outside.
When I was growing up in the late 60s, we ran through the neighborhood until it was too dark to see, or our mothers made us come home. We played Burn Down the Hospice or Stab the Nun, and had a blast all summer long.
Today’s generation is nothing but a bunch of pampered little pusslings.
1969 Overheard at the barber shop: These kids today are a complete disgrace. They just sit around in front of their color TVs all the time, watching two idiots talk to each other on a coconut phone, and hardly ever get outside.
When I was growing up in the late 40s, we ran through the neighborhood until it was too dark to see, or our mothers made us come home. We played Electrocute the Red Cross Worker or Jizz Rag Keepaway, and had a blast all summer long.
Today’s generation is nothing but a bunch of pampered little pusslings.
1949 Overheard at the barber shop: These kids today are a complete disgrace. They just sit around in front of their radios all the time, listening to Little Orphan Annie or that so-called Lone Ranger, and hardly ever get outside.
When I was growing up in the late 20s, we ran through the neighborhood until it was too dark to see, or our mothers made us come home. We played Hatchet-Up the Toddler or Tease the Coon, and had a blast all summer long.
Today’s generation is nothing but a bunch of pampered little pusslings.
1929 Overheard at the barber shop: These kids today are a complete disgrace. They just sit around in front of their stereoscopes all the time, looking at pictures of a tree, and hardly ever get outside.
When I was growing up in the late oughts, we ran through the neighborhood until it was too dark to see, or our mothers made us come home. We played Dynamite the VFW Hall or Catch the Cripple, and had a blast all summer long.
Today’s generation is nothing but a bunch of pampered little pusslings.
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Serves us well, we are all pampered little pusslings.
When I was growing up in the early 1860s, we would run around and around until we were dizzy, then we were expected to fight in the War of Northern Aggression until we were either shot to death, trampled by horses, blown apart by artillery, or succumbed to disease. The kids today just don’t understand my generation. They’re too busy with their centrifugal bumble-puppy and what-not.
When I was growing up in the EARLY 60’s, we played a game called something like “Cream the guy with the ball”. There was a ball, see, and we would toss it around, and then when somebody decided to hold on to it, we would tackle him. I guess I don’t remember all the rules. But it was good clean fun. Not like kids these days.
When I was growing up in the EARLY 40’s, we played a game called something like “Cream the guy with your balls”. We all had balls, see, and we would jiggle them around, and then when somebody decided to hold on to them, we would encircle him and all furiously masturbate at him. Last one to “cream the guy with your balls” had to lick him clean. I guess I don’t remember all the rules, I normally lost. But it was good clean fun. Not like kids these days.
All I know is I see a hell of a lot of fat little dumpling kids running around today. Way more than when I was a kid in the 80’s. I mean there have always been chubby kids, but I went to the beach the other day and these kids were flat out morbidly obese and they looked to be about 9 years old! The Fuck! In conclusion this new generation ARE a bunch of lazy little computer game playing sausage children.
Taiwan On, we played a game like that too, with the very unPC name of Smear the Queer.
@SeanInSac – We used that name too, sometimes. I had forgotten that.
@Tie One On – friggin’ disgusting. At least you figured out the pun.
Schools don’t even let them play dodgeball or any rough house game for that matter. It’s to violent, they might hurt themselves.
That’s true, Shiny Rod. But it’s not so much because they’ll get hurt. Kids fall down; kids get hurt. Fact of life. It’s because of the parents and the lawsuit they’ll slap on the school because their precious snowflake was embarrassed or got an owie. (yes, I work at an elementary school)