I'm
acktually a little older. Generation X. But imbibed with discipline and a work ethic and self-made and a strong resistance to roaming the halls
fucking weeping when life doesn't go my way, like when loved ones die or tragedy strikes (which of course can happen to everyone, rich or poor).
It really wasn't my intention to shit up the thread, but several of you ran wild, and mean
fucking wild in your highly
emotional, impulsive nigger ways which strongly indicates living paycheck to paycheck and room-temp I.Q. It caused a phycological reaction for me (your running is an invitation to be chased) and you didn't disappoint.
It's also the reason why y'all have lost people to Troonery in the first place.
But by all means,
Carry On, Wayward Bois!