Doctors do shit for money.
They’ll recommend whatever the parent asks for.
I want universal healthcare and even UBI, but this shit is just child abuse.
Someone called me “Grateful Dead Grampa” the other day, and that pretty much sums it up.
Doctors do shit for money.
They’ll recommend whatever the parent asks for.
I want universal healthcare and even UBI, but this shit is just child abuse.
At this point, we need someone to seize the reins long enough to save us. And then put them down.
I’m solid GenX.
My grandparents bought a house on a corner lot in the northwest suburbs of Chicago for $6000. Which was about a years salary for Grampa, who worked as a welder. This was in the late 60s.
ETA: Their mortgage was around $50.00 a month.
My favorite part of fishing is the intense shut-the-fuck-up camaraderie.
The occasional “Nice!”, or even a good grunty “MmHMM!” Is really all the talking you need on the creek.
To Americans, biscuits are bread leavened with baking soda or baking powder.
That’s it. Bread.
If someone is giving you greasy roux with bits of meat in it, they don’t like you.
Good biscuits and gravy will make you smack your mama for lying to you about what a good breakfast is.
Good God!
You’ve completely changed my mind!
I’m putting my kids on puberty blockers right now!