That furniture pattern. Every working class family I knew had at least one chair or couch like it for a time in the 70s and 80s .
Like hanging photos crooked.
There are worse things then being poor, that's for sure.
My friend told me a story once about how he was reminiscing with his mom about good old times and happened to mention to her "You remember that time we camped out the whole summer?!" and she replied "Sweetie, we were homeless." He had no clue, but they were fond memories for him. He thought they were just really into camping or something.
Seeing old pics like this make me have hope I will one day figure out what the fuck to do with my hair
Only that smile looks familiar. He's really changed, to me at least.
He looks like one of those dudes who's volunteering for a democrat campaign and he's super optimistic and peppy and everyone feeds off his energy and then his candidate loses by 500 votes and declines to call for a recount and he gets jaded with politics and never has that same smile again.
Point to the spot on the map where they gerrymandered you.
It was actually on a show in the UK called "Antiques Roadshow" and they quoted £5k, but sentimentally it's priceless. Is all silver as well.
have you had the belt appraised? It's gorgeous.
That actually seems kind of light. Granted I know nothing. I can only imagine that there would be some collectors of sports memorabilia that would love to have something like this. Heck Mayweather would probably trade a luxury sports car for it.
Yeah, we thought that! We're going to get it properly valued for insurance purposes so will see. Also trying to get it to the right people so they can get it on display, he didn't work hard for nothing!
She looks thrilled to be there.
God knows she wants to break free.
I was definitely expecting a moustache.
She was such a naughty nanny.
Holy moses, Jimmy got some air on that
I swear Jimmy Carter shows that old people can be serious bad-asses. In his 90's and still building houses for people.
This pic always reminds me of the random "tells" that someone grew up on a farm. Carter is hopping the fence like he's done it a million times before. His aide, not so much.
Yesterday I read that he fainted, I hope he is doing well today.
Almost certainly. I know nothing about bear wrestling, but I do know that a bear with its full hunting kit will kill the living shit out of virtually any human.
Didn't they rip out the claws and teeth of these poor bears and drug them so people could wrestle them?
Believe it or not... traveling wrestling bears were a popular thing to come to college campuses/bars across the US until recently (past twenty years or so). Ask your parents/uncles about it and search Google. It was free to fight the bear (but you had to be elected by your fraternity to fight it, so the bear/handler only hung around town for a week at a time with one fight per evening) and spectator admission was a reasonable $10 or so. Going on second-hand information, the bear's handler would take you aside before the fight and say: "You're going to lose. There's no way you can beat him. But if you want to try, just try to get him on the ground and I'll declare you the winner. But you won't win, he's very strong. Also if you hurt him, I'll shoot you because he's like my dog. But you're not going to win, and I strongly recommend getting yourself on the ground as soon as possible after the fight starts because... you're going to lose anyway. As soon as you're on the ground, I'll pull the bear off of you immediately."
I was one year old and I'd have done her
It's when you say one thing but mean your mother.
I remember these kids looking much older.
Gordon Bombay.... I mean EMILIO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Same experience watching Sandlot.
Your mom was stylin'.
She looks so perfect but relaxed, like a high-end model in between shoots.
Damn mama! You are smokin
The boy crossed his leg to hide his boner
Experience: trying to hide my boners
Grandpa has been around the block a few times and isn't impressed by this weak shit anymore.
I remember on my Bar Mitzvah my dad handed me a Hustler magazine, a shot of whiskey, and $300. He looked me in the eye and said, "I don't care what you do with the money, but you damn well know what to do with these other two things." One of my favorite memories with my dad.
You can see his old brother (the uncle)'s thought process:
"They never let me do that at MY Bar Mitzvah! Freaking firstborns get it raw, I tell you!"
Source: Am firstborn. And a son.
...Shit, I would have died in Egypt.