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I'm so 90s I shit skateboards. (NSF56k)
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Bust out your flannel shirts, because this is a thread for the greatest decade mankind has ever known.
GNARLY!
TUBULAR!
BODACIOUS!
EXTREEEEEEEEEEEEME!!!
Bust out your flannel shirts, because this is a thread for the greatest decade mankind has ever known.
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I have more nostalgia for the 80s and I was only alive for one year of them
Sorry.
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well georgia is an awful, horrible place
What are you talking about? I saw a parking lot full of little skating jackasses on my way home from school today. I called them punkass kids.
Under my breath of course, cause I mean, what if one of them heard me? Those kids do drugs don't you know. They're dangerous.
Kovak, I don't want you hanging out with those skater kids anymore. They're a bad influence.
i bet you're just saying that because you tried it once and busted your ass
but like when you're just going from the dorm to the cafeteria and back
when you can glide like some sort of phantom
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uh uh
and push
That's debatable. They both had their good and bad aspects. Both definitely beat the 70s though. No discussion there.
The Black Dahlia Murder, Job for a Cowboy, Implosive Disgorgence, IWRESTLEDABEARONCE...
those are all pretty loud and pretty angry bands.
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Fuck godsmack. That entire band owes me a co-op blowjob.
Because Family Guy hasn't ruined them yet!
Also the 90s had way better music, no matter what Thanatos says.
1. My brother and I being violently ill, vomiting and shitting everywhere while our parents tried to take our temperatures and I think Mom was crying.
2. My aunt not realising I was trying to climb out of the back of our car after going to the grocery store and slamming my hand in the rear hatch.
3. Our house burning down... standing barefoot in snow up to my ankles as smoke pours out of the windows and my Mom jumps out of the second story window, missing my Dad and the neighbors who were trying to catch her, and breaking her leg.
The 90s... got off to a rough start.
After our house burned down, we lived in a rented house. While there, I fell out of a bed and bite a huge chunk of flesh out of my cheek and had to get stitches with no anesthesia for some reason.
The summer after our house was rebuilt, I went to my Dad's work-- my grandfather's coal pit mine. Pops told me to stay in the car. I didn't listen and went exploring, sliding down rock piles and stuff. My brother kept trying to talk me out of it... I slid down this one monster gravel pile into a pit and broke my arm.
First two months of kindergarten with a cast. Yay.
A year later, my great aunt and uncle accuse my parents of child abuse, call social services on my parents. Everything worked out OK, since my parents were doing anything wrong, my brother and I were just clumsy and fought each other a lot.
boy bands, that is
in 1999
well, we still have O.J. simpson
dawg's gettin at least 9 years in prison