You punks are all spoiled. In our day we bartered. Rent was 4 chickens a month and probably 80 hours of back breaking labour.
We shot our own food with catapults and bathed in the icy cold river.
If we wanted to take a dump, we had to dig a hole 6 feet deep first, then we'd do our thing, and then fill in the hole.
But entertainment was cheap, a lady of the evening was a quid for the whole night, bath included, and a shot of whiskey was a penny.
Your daughters virtue was your retirement savings plan, and your sons back was worth a wagon, horses extra.
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My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings;
Look on my Works, ye Mighty, and despair!
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