Story tim with Swaye....
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Give it tim.Swaye said:I cant even make sense of this thread because I haven;t slept in 30 plus hours. Please kill me.
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I can't help it. Those things are SEC-caliber. In their heyday, they were 2001 Miami-level. THAT nice.YellowSnow said:
Imagine bragging about one's spouse's cans on a college football message. Christos!!creepycoug said:Humble brag: At 52, Mrs. Creepy still has a beautiful set of cans. Think Skinny's mom, only better. She's ageless that one, especially upstairs.
Let me tell you. When she was 28 and knocked up with our first born ... H-O-L-Y shit. I have yet to see a better set. Ever. You heard me. Ever. And I mean it. No bias.
It's those memories of mammary that bind us together to this day.
Anyway, I lost track of why I posted. Oh yeah. Those things lactated like nobody's bidness. She had to keep them covered up or they'd squirt all over the place. Real thing. I ain't lyin'. Those things were OOC ... in a good way.
Carry on.
You know what they say down souwf: it ain't braggin' if it's true. That makes no sense; few things in the armpit know as the southeastern US do. But it sounded good. -
Let's not discourage this kind of behavior. Dig?YellowSnow said:
Imagine bragging about one's spouse's cans on a college football message. Christos!!creepycoug said:Humble brag: At 52, Mrs. Creepy still has a beautiful set of cans. Think Skinny's mom, only better. She's ageless that one, especially upstairs.
Let me tell you. When she was 28 and knocked up with our first born ... H-O-L-Y shit. I have yet to see a better set. Ever. You heard me. Ever. And I mean it. No bias.
It's those memories of mammary that bind us together to this day.
Anyway, I lost track of why I posted. Oh yeah. Those things lactated like nobody's bidness. She had to keep them covered up or they'd squirt all over the place. Real thing. I ain't lyin'. Those things were OOC ... in a good way.
Carry on. -
All about Erica?PurpleThrobber said:
Everything I know I learned on All My Children during mommy nap time.YellowSnow said:Any parent that has a screen time prohibition is FS. We'd be divorced already if it wasn't for the miracle of TV babysitter.
You always struck me as a General Hospital, Luke & Laura guy. That Bobbie chick has nice big melons, too.
I guess ya never know when your sponsor choices are Tide vs. Cheer. -
I've lived this. For real.1to392831weretaken said:
We try to limit it to two hours per day (one each, but they're both always watching/playing, so it's basically two). By "try," I mean we tell the kids they each get an hour, then we get busy doing things, six hours go by, kids are still drooling and watching Netflix or playing Castle Crashers, and I'm like, "Eh... tomorrow they'll go outside."YellowSnow said:Any parent that has a screen time prohibition is FS. We'd be divorced already if it wasn't for the miracle of TV babysitter.
Rinse, repeat.
My friends come over, say their kids are on a strict half hour per day regimen, and it's all I can do to stop myself from rolling my eyes and making the jerkoff motion: Either your life as a functioning adult, with your own desires and concerns and ambitions, is OVER or your kids are going to be plopped in front of some screens. There's no having it both ways.
What I've learned about parenting after a half-century on this planet is this: be a decent human being, treat your wife well and go to work every day. Your kids will watch you do these things and that will prove to be 1,000,000X more important than screen time, club sports, private school, playing classical music in the house, Cello lessons, learning French and all the shit you're going to lecture to them (which will go in one ear and out the other 99.9% of the tim, so save it).
And find better friends. I cut out people like that early on. Took my wife (the one with the beautimus cans) longer to cut bait with some people, which is weird when I look back on it because she's always had better instincts for social stuff than I.
My kids are good people and self-sufficient relative to their age. We've had great proud moments and we've had some hum dingers in the house. They make me happy and they are often the most giant pain in my ass. Raising children is not for the weak.
The lesson I'm learning now, which is probably the most important one, is this: you have to become your own person again after they're grown and wean yourself from riding their life's roller coaster with them. As one very wise person put it to me - you have to eventually get to the point at which you don't feel pain every time one of your kids gets pinched. At some point, you gotta let go enough to enjoy your life. I'm still working on this part, but I'm getting there. Not sure the wife will ever make it. -
Pimping out the cans is acceptable. Pimping out the person is wrong. There is a line to be crossed.YellowSnow said:
Imagine bragging about one's spouse's cans on a college football message. Christos!!creepycoug said:Humble brag: At 52, Mrs. Creepy still has a beautiful set of cans. Think Skinny's mom, only better. She's ageless that one, especially upstairs.
Let me tell you. When she was 28 and knocked up with our first born ... H-O-L-Y shit. I have yet to see a better set. Ever. You heard me. Ever. And I mean it. No bias.
It's those memories of mammary that bind us together to this day.
Anyway, I lost track of why I posted. Oh yeah. Those things lactated like nobody's bidness. She had to keep them covered up or they'd squirt all over the place. Real thing. I ain't lyin'. Those things were OOC ... in a good way.
Carry on. -
You forgot row boat, Creep. Nothing builds character and integrity in young people like row boat.creepycoug said:
I've lived this. For real.1to392831weretaken said:
We try to limit it to two hours per day (one each, but they're both always watching/playing, so it's basically two). By "try," I mean we tell the kids they each get an hour, then we get busy doing things, six hours go by, kids are still drooling and watching Netflix or playing Castle Crashers, and I'm like, "Eh... tomorrow they'll go outside."YellowSnow said:Any parent that has a screen time prohibition is FS. We'd be divorced already if it wasn't for the miracle of TV babysitter.
Rinse, repeat.
My friends come over, say their kids are on a strict half hour per day regimen, and it's all I can do to stop myself from rolling my eyes and making the jerkoff motion: Either your life as a functioning adult, with your own desires and concerns and ambitions, is OVER or your kids are going to be plopped in front of some screens. There's no having it both ways.
What I've learned about parenting after a half-century on this planet is this: be a decent human being, treat your wife well and go to work every day. Your kids will watch you do these things and that will prove to be 1,000,000X more important than screen time, club sports, private school, playing classical music in the house, Cello lessons, learning French and all the shit you're going to lecture to them (which will go in one ear and out the other 99.9% of the tim, so save it).
And find better friends. I cut out people like that early on. Took my wife (the one with the beautimus cans) longer to cut bait with some people, which is weird when I look back on it because she's always had better instincts for social stuff than I.
My kids are good people and self-sufficient relative to their age. We've had great proud moments and we've had some hum dingers in the house. They make me happy and they are often the most giant pain in my ass. Raising children is not for the weak.
The lesson I'm learning now, which is probably the most important one, is this: you have to become your own person again after they're grown and wean yourself from riding their life's roller coaster with them. As one very wise person put it to me - you have to eventually get to the point at which you don't feel pain every time one of your kids gets pinched. At some point, you gotta let go enough to enjoy your life. I'm still working on this part, but I'm getting there. Not sure the wife will ever make it. -
Row boat doesn't build character, it reveals itYellowSnow said:
You forgot row boat, Creep. Nothing builds character and integrity in young people like row boat.creepycoug said:
I've lived this. For real.1to392831weretaken said:
We try to limit it to two hours per day (one each, but they're both always watching/playing, so it's basically two). By "try," I mean we tell the kids they each get an hour, then we get busy doing things, six hours go by, kids are still drooling and watching Netflix or playing Castle Crashers, and I'm like, "Eh... tomorrow they'll go outside."YellowSnow said:Any parent that has a screen time prohibition is FS. We'd be divorced already if it wasn't for the miracle of TV babysitter.
Rinse, repeat.
My friends come over, say their kids are on a strict half hour per day regimen, and it's all I can do to stop myself from rolling my eyes and making the jerkoff motion: Either your life as a functioning adult, with your own desires and concerns and ambitions, is OVER or your kids are going to be plopped in front of some screens. There's no having it both ways.
What I've learned about parenting after a half-century on this planet is this: be a decent human being, treat your wife well and go to work every day. Your kids will watch you do these things and that will prove to be 1,000,000X more important than screen time, club sports, private school, playing classical music in the house, Cello lessons, learning French and all the shit you're going to lecture to them (which will go in one ear and out the other 99.9% of the tim, so save it).
And find better friends. I cut out people like that early on. Took my wife (the one with the beautimus cans) longer to cut bait with some people, which is weird when I look back on it because she's always had better instincts for social stuff than I.
My kids are good people and self-sufficient relative to their age. We've had great proud moments and we've had some hum dingers in the house. They make me happy and they are often the most giant pain in my ass. Raising children is not for the weak.
The lesson I'm learning now, which is probably the most important one, is this: you have to become your own person again after they're grown and wean yourself from riding their life's roller coaster with them. As one very wise person put it to me - you have to eventually get to the point at which you don't feel pain every time one of your kids gets pinched. At some point, you gotta let go enough to enjoy your life. I'm still working on this part, but I'm getting there. Not sure the wife will ever make it. -
Profound!BearsWiin said:
Row boat doesn't build character, it reveals itYellowSnow said:
You forgot row boat, Creep. Nothing builds character and integrity in young people like row boat.creepycoug said:
I've lived this. For real.1to392831weretaken said:
We try to limit it to two hours per day (one each, but they're both always watching/playing, so it's basically two). By "try," I mean we tell the kids they each get an hour, then we get busy doing things, six hours go by, kids are still drooling and watching Netflix or playing Castle Crashers, and I'm like, "Eh... tomorrow they'll go outside."YellowSnow said:Any parent that has a screen time prohibition is FS. We'd be divorced already if it wasn't for the miracle of TV babysitter.
Rinse, repeat.
My friends come over, say their kids are on a strict half hour per day regimen, and it's all I can do to stop myself from rolling my eyes and making the jerkoff motion: Either your life as a functioning adult, with your own desires and concerns and ambitions, is OVER or your kids are going to be plopped in front of some screens. There's no having it both ways.
What I've learned about parenting after a half-century on this planet is this: be a decent human being, treat your wife well and go to work every day. Your kids will watch you do these things and that will prove to be 1,000,000X more important than screen time, club sports, private school, playing classical music in the house, Cello lessons, learning French and all the shit you're going to lecture to them (which will go in one ear and out the other 99.9% of the tim, so save it).
And find better friends. I cut out people like that early on. Took my wife (the one with the beautimus cans) longer to cut bait with some people, which is weird when I look back on it because she's always had better instincts for social stuff than I.
My kids are good people and self-sufficient relative to their age. We've had great proud moments and we've had some hum dingers in the house. They make me happy and they are often the most giant pain in my ass. Raising children is not for the weak.
The lesson I'm learning now, which is probably the most important one, is this: you have to become your own person again after they're grown and wean yourself from riding their life's roller coaster with them. As one very wise person put it to me - you have to eventually get to the point at which you don't feel pain every time one of your kids gets pinched. At some point, you gotta let go enough to enjoy your life. I'm still working on this part, but I'm getting there. Not sure the wife will ever make it.
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I owe this dude my life.
