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Originally Posted by CaptainCrunch
Snow, you and your sissy generation. We had to carve boots out of redwood tree's that were ripped out of the ground by the village elders, We had to walk to school through rivers of liquid hot magma. Our idea of a bag lunch is whatever we could find and stuff in a saber tooth tigers testicles.
And dads pajama's your kidding, those things were sacred in the village, we had to wear hand me downs, from our sisters, but it was a right of passage and it made SOME us tough.
Dag nabbit.
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Pour a little milk on the Captain and he goes soft as pudding.