Originally Posted by TGRR

Balls. Humans these days are indistinguishable from bad 1980s sitcoms.

In MY fucking day, we KNEW how to swear, drink, get the clap, rock n roll, and wake up in a crab-infested whorehouse with no clothes, money, or even memory, crusted in our own filth with a needle still in our arm and the electric buzz of acid still running up and down our spines, with hairy ass chlamydia bacillia the size of fucking PANCAKES oozing out of our arses and chewing holes in the linoleum.

These kids? HAH! They puke and they think they partied. Shit, we puked BEFORE we partied, just to limber up!

THESE MONKEYS DO NOT NOW, NOR WILL YOU EVER, UNDERSTAND THE LOST HIGHWAY!

grumble, grumble, fucking kids, grumble