OFFICIAL finance bored economis memes thread

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Doog_de_Jour

If we’re going to bash getting worthless degrees, then I’m OUT!

Doog_de_Jour

Doog_de_Jour

HoustonHusky

PurpleThrobber

pawz

Doog_de_Jour said:

Solid gold.

Pitchfork51

Doog_de_Jour said:

Oof that's nerdy. Love it

creepycoug

True story tim with Creep: when I was a I kid, I was at my grandfather's house in Key West. Family friend kid had given me his comic book. Then he changed his mind and I told him to fuck off, or whatever I said.

So he rides his bike over and he's riding up and down the street, tears streaming down his face, whining to my Grandfather who was outside. He calls me out and he's still weirdly riding up and down the street whining and crying about this shit and I'm yelling at him, because, you know, the principal of the thing. Or whatever was going through my pea brain.

So we had a pile of dead palm branches on the side of the road for the garbage pickup. I see this one relatively straight, thin and broken off piece of branch. I swear I fucking grab that thing while I'm yelling that I'm going to kick his ass (I'm like, 12 or something), Gramps just watches (old school ... boys solved shit on their own), I fucking throw it, and it's one of those times in your life when you're in a fucking movie ... I'm like Achilles making the impossible spear throw ... thing goes straight to where I wanted it to go, but never thought it would go, into his front tire spokes, and that mother fucker went ass over tea kettle like you would not believe. I remember the moment when his entire body was in the air.

And let me tell you, the asphalt in So Fla back then was that cheap, rough as fuck, crushed limestone mix. You did not want to fall hard on this shit, and boy did he ever. His fucking face was like I had shoved it into a 5 gallon bucket of red paint. There were consequences with the family ... but I never really got into a lot of trouble.

End of story tim with Creepy.

dflea

creepycoug said:

True story tim with Creep: when I was a I kid, I was at my grandfather's house in Key West. Family friend kid had given me his comic book. Then he changed his mind and I told him to fuck off, or whatever I said.

So he rides his bike over and he's riding up and down the street, tears streaming down his face, whining to my Grandfather who was outside. He calls me out and he's still weirdly riding up and down the street whining and crying about this shit and I'm yelling at him, because, you know, the principal of the thing. Or whatever was going through my pea brain.

So we had a pile of dead palm branches on the side of the road for the garbage pickup. I see this one relatively straight, thin and broken off piece of branch. I swear I fucking grab that thing while I'm yelling that I'm going to kick his ass (I'm like, 12 or something), Gramps just watches (old school ... boys solved shit on their own), I fucking throw it, and it's one of those times in your life when you're in a fucking movie ... I'm like Achilles making the impossible spear throw ... thing goes straight to where I wanted it to go, but never thought it would go, into his front tire spokes, and that mother fucker went ass over tea kettle like you would not believe. I remember the moment when his entire body was in the air.

And let me tell you, the asphalt in So Fla back then was that cheap, rough as fuck, crushed limestone mix. You did not want to fall hard on this shit, and boy did he ever. His fucking face was like I had shoved it into a 5 gallon bucket of red paint. There were consequences with the family ... but I never really got into a lot of trouble.

End of story tim with Creepy.

Aberdeen thug life comes to Key West.

lol

Pitchfork51

creepycoug said:

True story tim with Creep: when I was a I kid, I was at my grandfather's house in Key West. Family friend kid had given me his comic book. Then he changed his mind and I told him to fuck off, or whatever I said.

So he rides his bike over and he's riding up and down the street, tears streaming down his face, whining to my Grandfather who was outside. He calls me out and he's still weirdly riding up and down the street whining and crying about this shit and I'm yelling at him, because, you know, the principal of the thing. Or whatever was going through my pea brain.

So we had a pile of dead palm branches on the side of the road for the garbage pickup. I see this one relatively straight, thin and broken off piece of branch. I swear I fucking grab that thing while I'm yelling that I'm going to kick his ass (I'm like, 12 or something), Gramps just watches (old school ... boys solved shit on their own), I fucking throw it, and it's one of those times in your life when you're in a fucking movie ... I'm like Achilles making the impossible spear throw ... thing goes straight to where I wanted it to go, but never thought it would go, into his front tire spokes, and that mother fucker went ass over tea kettle like you would not believe. I remember the moment when his entire body was in the air.

And let me tell you, the asphalt in So Fla back then was that cheap, rough as fuck, crushed limestone mix. You did not want to fall hard on this shit, and boy did he ever. His fucking face was like I had shoved it into a 5 gallon bucket of red paint. There were consequences with the family ... but I never really got into a lot of trouble.

End of story tim with Creepy.

Oh shit man. That asphalt. I know exactly what you mean.

So when I was in middle school skateboarding and rollerblading was a thing.

So my dad and I built this gnarly ramp. About 2.5 feet tall and it weighed about 200 lbs.

We were in a cul de sac so no cars would come and it was kind of the spot to hang. Bunch of kids on the street too.

We must have had about 10 neighborhood kids go to the hospital off that thing.

Crazy thing was no parents were ever mad.

I mean I must have lost half the skin on my body to that asphalt

You would get your ass sued off in about 10 mins nowadays