Author Topic: In my day... (Read 19671 times)

Krakow Sam · « **on:** March 19, 2006, 10:19:30 am »

This is where we try to trump each other with stories of the hardships we experienced when we were only yay high.

In my day I had to walk 5 miles to school every day at six am through 3 ft of snow with nothing for breakfast but a cold potato.

werechicken · « **Reply #1 on:** March 19, 2006, 10:23:44 am »

ah monty python

okay In my day I had to get up at four work 3 hours i t'pit for thrupence then I had to walk seven hours to school through 3 foot of snow and a blizzard at -12 Degrees and The we had to bring our own lunch

Krakow Sam · « **Reply #2 on:** March 19, 2006, 11:18:38 am »

well I just remembered that when I got to school i had to work in the school's acid distillary for 18 hours a day for tuppence every fortnight, stirring vats with my bare hands. Then I had to walk uphill 20 miles back home at -12 degrees farenheit. When I got home (back to the orphanage) I had to scrub every tile in the bathroom with a dish-brush and when I was finished i had to drink a glass of castor oil and went to sleep at 3am on mattress full of lice.

werechicken · « **Reply #3 on:** March 19, 2006, 12:12:38 pm »

I used to dream of a matress full of lice in an orphanage
When I was a littl'un me parents sold me to white slavers, and I had to carry pots of boiling sulphur from t'factory, to the school for their acid factory, in me bare hands through seven foot of snow at -12 of absolute zero, and if I spilt a drop they'd thrash me across the eyes, at the end of the day i would have to sleep on a plank with nails in it on the roof, in the middle of winter, and I where grateful

Samog · « **Reply #4 on:** March 19, 2006, 12:34:44 pm »

When I was your age, not only did I have to carry pots of boiling sulfur from the factory to the acid factory with my bare hands through seven feet of snow at 12 degrees Kelvin, with the threat of an eye-thrashing if I spilled a drop, until going to sleep on the roof on a plank with nails on it in the middle of the winter, but they charged me for the privilege!

Krakow Sam · « **Reply #5 on:** March 19, 2006, 12:59:42 pm »

A plank with nails in! Luxury! I used to sleep on a pile of broken glass and used syringes. I had to carry leaking vats of boiling Hydrochloric acid through 12ft of snow at -12 kelvin (it were possible in them days, before global warming) and if i spilled a drop they cut of my head with a rusty bayonet and put salt on the wound.

Samog · « **Reply #6 on:** March 19, 2006, 01:05:04 pm »

Salt on your wound? What happened to the work ethic? When we let any of our fluoroantimonic acid evaporate, they would hang us with barbed wire and then rub smallpox on our necks!

werechicken · « **Reply #7 on:** March 19, 2006, 01:11:20 pm »

ha you don't know what work is
We had to carry uranium in our teeth while transporting anthrax in our colon and holding a red hot pot of molton boron, and if we spilt a drop or became ill they'd kill us and then sell our bodies for medical experimentation, and that was if they where going easy on you, and at night they nailed us to a wall coated in rusty spikes, and on every second day they'd kill us anyway to set an example

Gameses the 1st · « **Reply #8 on:** March 19, 2006, 01:12:06 pm »

Hah in my day I had to get up early, eat a piece of bread, go to school, stay five hours after school got out, do homework and chores, eat a small dinner, watch 2 seconds of tv, play 1 milla second with my toys then go to bed

noogle · « **Reply #9 on:** March 19, 2006, 01:50:07 pm »

well in my day we woke up to find Chuck Norris killing our family and we would have to put him back in the closet and go to school in -1100 wheather and if we even blinked we were killed by our teacher!and if we got home Chuck Norris whould kill us!

Gameses the 1st · « **Reply #10 on:** March 19, 2006, 01:55:40 pm »

Quote from: noogle on March 19, 2006, 01:50:07 pm

well in my day we woke up to find Chuck Norris killing our family and we would have to put him back in the closet and go to school in -1100 wheather and if we even blinked we were killed by our teacher!and if we got home Chuck Norris whould kill us!

1.Chuck Norris dose not live with you2.yah right

noogle · « **Reply #11 on:** March 19, 2006, 01:56:50 pm »

how do you know

Gameses the 1st · « **Reply #12 on:** March 19, 2006, 02:01:21 pm »

cause it's impossible

Vivec · « **Reply #13 on:** March 19, 2006, 02:02:20 pm »

Quote from: Gameses the 1st on March 19, 2006, 01:55:40 pm

Quote from: noogle on March 19, 2006, 01:50:07 pm
well in my day we woke up to find Chuck Norris killing our family and we would have to put him back in the closet and go to school in -1100 wheather and if we even blinked we were killed by our teacher!and if we got home Chuck Norris whould kill us!
1.Chuck Norris dose not live with you2.yah right

You should probably read the first post of this thread. It explains what this thread is, like most forum games should do.

werechicken · « **Reply #14 on:** March 19, 2006, 02:12:11 pm »

eee in my day if we went of topic the moderators would remove our organs, sell them on the black market and charge us for the cost of the surgical equipment

Krakow Sam · « **Reply #15 on:** March 19, 2006, 02:14:46 pm »

Ha, they were soft on you. in my day they would bury us up to our necks in an ant's nest and put honey on our faces, then they made us clean out the ant's nest.

Gameses the 1st · « **Reply #16 on:** March 19, 2006, 02:18:52 pm »

WIERDOS

werechicken · « **Reply #17 on:** March 19, 2006, 02:24:36 pm »

ah I wished we'd been subjected to that, in my day if we went of topic we were forced at gunpoint to watch Ben Afflec movies

Vivec · « **Reply #18 on:** March 19, 2006, 02:25:42 pm »

Ha! Ben Afflek movies is all? Back in my day, we were forced to be the Pong ball 23 hours a day if we so much as forgot a period!

LadyM · « **Reply #19 on:** March 19, 2006, 02:57:51 pm »

Quote from: Krakow Sam on March 19, 2006, 02:14:46 pm

Ha, they were soft on you. in my day they would bury us up to our necks in an ant's nest and put honey on our faces, then they made us clean out the ant's nest.

I like that one.. I'll have to remember it

werechicken · « **Reply #20 on:** March 19, 2006, 03:01:18 pm »

pong, you big girls blouse in my day we where called lemiwinks and used to demonstrate basic science
- now who's going to be first to work it out?

thegreatloofa · « **Reply #21 on:** March 19, 2006, 03:02:27 pm »

Quote from: werechicken on March 19, 2006, 03:01:18 pm

pong, you big girls blouse in my day we where called lemiwinks and used to demonstrate basic science
- now who's going to be first to work it out?

Me! Lemmiwinks, the Gerbil King!

Damned_Zombie · « **Reply #22 on:** March 19, 2006, 04:09:34 pm »

In my day we didnt post rules to the games because everyone already knew them! It was either throw this rock and jump to it in a silly fashion or pokemon!

werechicken · « **Reply #23 on:** March 19, 2006, 04:10:45 pm »

pokemon, ha, in my day we had different colored rocks, and we where 'appier back then

Damned_Zombie · « **Reply #24 on:** March 19, 2006, 04:13:36 pm »

In my day, we only had AOL! Scary times, they were...

werechicken · « **Reply #25 on:** March 19, 2006, 04:16:54 pm »

Quote from: Damned_Zombie on March 19, 2006, 04:13:36 pm

In my day, we only had AOL! Scary times, they were...

........... HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO BEAT THAT!?

Samog · « **Reply #26 on:** March 19, 2006, 04:33:04 pm »

In my day, the only way to access AOL was through a malignant tumor.

werechicken · « **Reply #27 on:** March 19, 2006, 07:23:31 pm »

ah you where lucky in my day we would 'ave dreamed of AOL, we 'ad to make do with a 26k modem and a rusty amiga

HolsteinCow · « **Reply #28 on:** March 19, 2006, 08:26:29 pm »

Quote from: werechicken on March 19, 2006, 07:23:31 pm

ah you where lucky in my day we would 'ave dreamed of AOL, we 'ad to make do with a 26k modem and a rusty amiga

That's nothing. Back in 'nam, we'd have to trudge under enemy fire while carrying a giant crate of supplies while being hunted down by a nuclear cruise missile with some crazy texan riding it all while Cthulhu rose up from the ground and raised hell, killing anyone that got anywhere near him.

And that was during peacetime. Civilians

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werechicken · « **Reply #29 on:** March 19, 2006, 08:30:35 pm »

nice, love the reference

Sawmill · « **Reply #30 on:** May 30, 2006, 08:10:54 am »

Back in my day, i finished work at 11:00pm at night, slept for 1 hour, then had to walk 12 miles to school just to get there at time. Also we were poor so i had barlly any clothes. then after school i had to work at the Lava factory and i had spilled lava on me every day.

Samog · « **Reply #31 on:** May 30, 2006, 10:57:29 am »

Quote from: HolsteinCow on March 19, 2006, 08:26:29 pm

while Cthulhu rose up from the ground and raised hell, killing anyone that got anywhere near him.

Pfeh! When I was your age, we were all Great Old Ones, running amok in our five minutes off from the black hole factory each day!

Kratok · « **Reply #32 on:** May 31, 2006, 04:55:43 pm »

Eh? In my time, we had this thing that disconnected every 30 minutes, and Satan came and stole half of our existing soul each time. It also costed 20$ a minute!

werechicken · « **Reply #33 on:** June 25, 2006, 09:36:40 pm »

Eee in my day when you killed a thread you buried it at the cross-roads with a stake through its heart so necros couldn't practice their dark arts.

Krakow Sam · « **Reply #34 on:** June 26, 2006, 04:17:48 am »

Bah! In my day when a thread died you had to cut off its head and boil it for a week in vinegar. Then you had to stuff it with sesame seeds and sew it back on the body and walk 30 miles through a blizzard to bury it on the crossroads outside the school. Then I had to ork a 16 hour day for a sixpence every two months.

werechicken · « **Reply #35 on:** June 26, 2006, 04:24:07 am »

ay you had it easy. In my day if you wanted to kill a thread you had to shoot it with a silver bullet that had a verse from the bible carved into it with a very small shard of a consecrated diamond, then soaked in your own blood. Then you had to bury it on the 13th at midnight, then you had to spend three days reciting the ritual of binding, then errect an edifice, with your own two hands, in order to prevent the unsuspecting from unearthing it and then I had to work down t' pit for fivepence every month, with five seconds off every other sunday.

Cobra · « **Reply #36 on:** June 26, 2006, 06:55:14 am »

Let me tell you, sonny. Let me set you straight
You kids today ain't never had it rough
Always had everything handed to you on a silver plate
You lazy brats think nothing's good enough
Well, nobody ever drove me to school when it was ninety degrees below
We had to walk butt naked through forty miles of snow
Worked in the coal mine twenty two hours a day for just half a cent
Had to sell my internal organs just to pay the rent

When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age

Let me tell you something, you whiny little snot
There's something wrong with all you kids today
You just don't appreciate all the things you've got
We were hungry, and broke and miserable
And we liked it fine that way

There were seventy-three of us living in a cardboard box
All I got for Christmas was a lousy bag of rocks
Every night for dinner we had a big chunk of dirt
If we were really good we didn't get dessert

When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age

Didn't have no telephone didn't have no FAX machine
All we had was a couple of cans and a crummy piece of string
Didn't have no swimming pool when I was just a lad
Our neighbor's septic tank was the closest thing we had
Didn't have no dental floss had to use old rusty nails
Didn't have Nintendo, we just poured salt on snails
Didn't have no water bed, had to sleep on broken glass
Didn't have no lawnmower, we used our teeth to cut the grass

What's the matter now, sonny, you say you don't believe this junk?
You think my story's wearin' kinda thin?
I tell you one thing, I never was such a disrespectful punk
Back in my time, we had a thing called discipline

Dad would whoop us every night till a quarter after twelve
Then he'd get too tired and he'd make us whoop ourselves
Then he'd chop me into pieces and play frisbee with my brain
And let me tell ya, Junior, you never heard me complain

When I was your age. When I was your age
When I was your age. When I was your age

... if we were lucky.

Inkling · « **Reply #37 on:** April 12, 2007, 04:40:37 pm »

Pah, in my day, if someone necrobumped a thread their thumbs were cut off, then they were tarred, feathered, and forced to advertize a special on drumsticks in front of the butcher's.

(for the record, I didn't necrobump this thread, someone else did and deleted their post.)

darkstar · « **Reply #38 on:** April 15, 2007, 04:55:52 pm »

thats nothing, in my day if u ressurected a thread you would be hanged... 3 times.. then they would burn u twice and drown u in the river...
then if u managed to survive all that they would put u on an evil auction site such as ebay and sell u for a good 10 cents or so..

aligon · « **Reply #39 on:** April 15, 2007, 07:59:58 pm »

HAH! Back in my day, Pluto was a planet, and we had to endure the constant chatter of astronomers every single day as they discussed the little dwarf's fate...oh, the agony!

Cool AN · « **Reply #40 on:** April 16, 2007, 02:48:37 am »

Back in my day we didn't even have planets. All we had were stars. We never slept because it was always light so we just kept working and working, then we got planets instead of stars. We called it the sixties.

Crazen · « **Reply #41 on:** April 21, 2007, 03:51:49 pm »

oh? back in my day, we were so poor we couldnt afford to pay attention!

Inkling · « **Reply #42 on:** April 21, 2007, 04:09:18 pm »

Aye, back in my day, the only time we saw the night sky was when we left our work benches and went outside for a 15 minute break sometime after 3 AM. We were allowed this luxury once a year as our Christmas break. After working for twenty years, we were allowed to take a 20 minute break.

darkstar · « **Reply #43 on:** April 21, 2007, 04:40:51 pm »

u had it easy! In my day there were no "breaks" you simple worked, then worked some more getting no sleep and no wages, if u were lucky u might even survive a day or 2 within the coal mines.

Kcronos · « **Reply #44 on:** April 22, 2007, 07:04:16 am »

Bah! In my day I hade to listen to the constant chatter of people obsessed with a man they called Chuck Norris!

Cool AN · « **Reply #45 on:** April 22, 2007, 02:37:33 pm »

That's nothing. In my day we had to listen to our father tell us about "the good ol' days" all the time. Even though everybody knew it wasn't nearly as exciting as the present. At that time.

Yuu · « **Reply #46 on:** August 14, 2008, 04:38:10 pm »

That's nothing. In my day we had to mow the lawn with our bare teeth and then swim the Pacific just to go to school in the Galapagos. At lunch break, we were forced to dig through the center of the Earth for a group of seismologists staying right beside school. We had to swim back home with crates full of lead strapped to our backs for the local smugglers.

And then we'd have to sleep in a tub filled to the brim with phlegm, spit and blood. That is, if we're lucky enough to not sleep while chained down to a derelict WWII submarine right down at the Marianas.

Kenobro · « **Reply #47 on:** August 14, 2008, 08:22:47 pm »

Eh hem... Necrobump*cough*.

That's nothing! In my day, when I went to school, I would have to crawl there.... *sob* in rags and... and... When I got back, it was a house where you went outside to... Go... And... and... I ate sand for breakfast, chalk for dessert... And would only lie awake in agony 'till my broken ribs from the beatings would put me to sleep... *ouch* too much... Bad memories... AHHHHHH!!!!

Yuu · « **Reply #48 on:** August 14, 2008, 08:31:56 pm »

Well, at least it's not like how it was back when I was little.

Back then, we fought the Persian army in Thermopylae with our own bare hands. No spears, no helmets, no nothing.

It was all fifteen of us against a combined army of about 2 million elite samurai, ninja, cowboys, dragons, yes dragons and wyrm riders. Oh, and did I mention that they were throwing infernals at us?

And then we died.

Kcronos · « **Reply #49 on:** August 14, 2008, 08:35:18 pm »

Bah, in my day, we were glad to die. Some days we were forced to die many a time!

But we'd always get back up with a good dose of Cod liver oil. Not like these synthetic "Antibodies" these kids are touting around. Medicine's supposed to HURT, darnit!

Kenobro · « **Reply #50 on:** August 14, 2008, 08:48:19 pm »

In my day, sometimes, many a time, I would have to sleep in my own filth, and have my teeth broken apart and force fed garbage and all that trash. Sand, chalk? Bah, delacacies compared to the BAD days. And it would be so overcrowded, you would be constantly breathing down a person's neck... No privacy. For weeks we would ednure this, and then be whipped and forced into harsh labor, and my brothers and sisters would be seperated from me. I would be taken from my own home and deportated back to another horrible country, of hate, and beating, and sometimes would starve, almost, just barely, then be fed a morsel that would keep me alive for a mere minute, then more suffering... REpeat for 1 hour!!! THE SUFFERING! THE HORROR!

Yuu · « **Reply #51 on:** August 14, 2008, 09:08:01 pm »

Wow, man you're a lucky one kid!

You've got it pretty good, sonny.

Back in my day nobody ever drove me through the front lines of the Communicant-Torpal war so I could get to school when it was absolute zero.

We had to swim with our skins peeled off through the Atlantic while being chased by U-boats during WW2 in order to send large ten ton crates full of nuclear weapons to the guys at Europe.
We worked in the Tiberium fields twenty three and a half hours a day for a single drop of irradiated water.
I used to sell my internal organs, which constantly regenerated, just to pay Foreman 371 because we were paid -2K dollars a day. And I always did it without what you youngins call anesthesia.

I was all hungry, and broke and miserable, if I was lucky.

There were about a three hundred of us living in pile of shields, while the Persian Army were waiting outside to kill us all.
All I got for the holidays was a lousy bag of radioactive Uranium pellets.

When it was dinner we had a big chunk of crap for our main course.
If we were really good we'd dessert, which was composed of a large scoop of "blood-spit-phlegm" flavored dirt and a slab of meat taken from our thighs.

Back then, w didn't have any telephone, we didn't even know how to speak.
All we had was a couple of syringes and we used morse code on our skins.

We didn't have no swimming pools when I was a young lad
Our neighbor's drum filled with horses' placentas was the closest thing we had.

Didn't have no dental floss had to use katanas.
Didn't have toys, we just swam on a pond full of very hungry piranhas.
Didn't have no bed, had to sleep inside a moving grinder, inside a volcano, under the Pacific, with the local crabs ripping our skin apart.
Didn't have any running water, we used our eyes to find some in the scorching desert sand.

Overlord would impale us upon a rusty pole every time we blinked.
Then he'd show some mercy to us and he'd make us kill ourselves, kamikaze style.
Then we'd be chopped to pieces by the the Champions of Ra and the neighbors would play dodgeball with our souls.
And let me tell ya, sonny, we were flung towards and buried inside the sun for a thousand years every time we complained.

And all of that was if we were lucky...

Inkling · « **Reply #52 on:** August 14, 2008, 10:45:03 pm »

Back in my day, when this thread died it stayed dead. We didn't have punk kid necrobumpers going around reviving threads all willy-nilly. The closest thing we had to necrobumping was poking dead animals we found in the woods with a stick.

Yuu · « **Reply #53 on:** August 15, 2008, 02:05:58 am »

Well, back in the ol' days, we had no choice but to eat dead animals we found in the woods and we were poked with sticks, in the eye.

Kenobro · « **Reply #54 on:** August 15, 2008, 05:28:24 am »

In my day...

We died... And got revived. And died, and died, and died... OVer and over.

emmet · « **Reply #55 on:** August 15, 2008, 06:05:48 am »

In my day there was TERRIBLE BLINDING PAIN.

Yuu · « **Reply #56 on:** August 15, 2008, 06:16:40 am »

In my day, people were always watching us. Even inside our dreams. O.O

Oh, and we had a can full of worms for breakfast. No no, we don't eat the worms. That would be disgusting. We only eat the can. And if we were lucky, it wasn't covered in rust.

Cow · « **Reply #57 on:** August 15, 2008, 01:21:16 pm »

In my day, people didn't have skin. Sure, it hurt, but that's only because the suits made us work in the salt mines. Everything was made of the stuff, too. Darn you whippersnappers, with your epidermic layers and snazzy clothing.

/lurk · « **Reply #58 on:** August 15, 2008, 01:27:18 pm »

I didn't have a childhood.

I was born straight into this office job and mortgage.

Yuu · « **Reply #59 on:** August 16, 2008, 05:05:38 am »

^^^
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Win.

But I'll give it a try anyway.

In my day, we didn't even exist. But still, people always went and beat us up for these "twilight shards" they were always trying to collect.

Cow · « **Reply #60 on:** August 16, 2008, 07:20:42 am »

Pshhh. In my day, we beat ourselves because our goddamn teacher said we should! You kids have no blind faith these days.

Ultimatum · « **Reply #61 on:** August 16, 2008, 07:41:01 am »

In my day,there were no lolcats

Veraal · « **Reply #62 on:** August 16, 2008, 09:13:22 am »

what? that would be wonderful!

Doctor Z · « **Reply #63 on:** August 16, 2008, 09:31:40 am »

In my day, there was no "wonderful" it was "wonderfull", and what horrors that second l caused....

Yuu · « **Reply #64 on:** August 16, 2008, 05:34:28 pm »

That's nothin'.

Back in my day, bears had a strange tendency to stalk little children.

Andrew Ryan · « **Reply #65 on:** August 16, 2008, 06:31:31 pm »

You had it easy.

In my day, the bears were little children! They also had chainsaws and nazi helmets!

Kenobro · « **Reply #66 on:** August 17, 2008, 09:23:32 am »

Lucky!

In my day... In order to not starve to death, I had to tear off my own skin and flesh. And drink my own sweat to avoid dying from thirst. My teeth were so rotten they would sometimes simply fall out. When I slept I had to sleep in a cave. Dark, wet, full of germs mold and bacteria.

Yannick · « **Reply #67 on:** August 17, 2008, 10:22:35 am »

Pah, back in my days, there was no mold. There were only brutal flesh eating bacteria!

Kenobro · « **Reply #68 on:** August 17, 2008, 10:26:44 am »

Quote from: Yannick on August 17, 2008, 10:22:35 am

Pah, back in my days, there was no mold. There were only brutal flesh eating bacteria!

Did you fail to see that I had to eat my own flesh I was so poor?

Cow · « **Reply #69 on:** August 17, 2008, 11:50:37 am »

Jeez, just go out and farm something dude. No need to eat yourself.

Kenobro · « **Reply #70 on:** August 17, 2008, 01:44:08 pm »

Quote from: Cow on August 17, 2008, 11:50:37 am

Jeez, just go out and farm something dude. No need to eat yourself.

What part of poor did you not comprehend? Did I also mention I am on an island

Cow · « **Reply #71 on:** August 17, 2008, 03:40:43 pm »

Get a stick and sharpen it, then stab some fish or animal. Eat some coconuts.

P.S. Find a fruit or vegetable. Eat the fruit and take the seeds then plant them or put veggie plants together and wait. Food will arrive provided your not on some kind of freaky inland island in the Sahara desert. If that is the case, panic.

Kenobro · « **Reply #72 on:** August 18, 2008, 09:07:12 am »

Quote from: Cow on August 17, 2008, 03:40:43 pm

Get a stick and sharpen it, then stab some fish or animal. Eat some coconuts.

P.S. Find a fruit or vegetable. Eat the fruit and take the seeds then plant them or put veggie plants together and wait. Food will arrive provided your not on some kind of freaky inland island in the Sahara desert. If that is the case, panic.

Dude, the only thing where I was in my day was a cave. Nothing but a cave, with bacteria. It was horrifying. Alone, in a cave, with nothing to eat drink or keep my hygiene intact. I don't think it could get any worse then this. In other words, skin was the healthiest thing I could devour.

Yuu · « **Reply #73 on:** August 21, 2008, 05:05:22 am »

Ah, back in mah day, I was the cave. Forest folk always built their little communities inside mah innards. And the entire thing just got worse when a bunch of them young city folks started drillin' holes in me tryin' to get some of those shiny stuff they call gold.

martyk · « **Reply #74 on:** August 24, 2008, 08:37:35 pm »

You think that was bad, when I was your age, I had no limbs whatsoever. Every morning at 3 o'clock I had to get up and me step-father would force me to do 100 pushups, pouring boiling hot raspberry sauce to force me to go faster and calling me cruel names like Kumquat-pants. Without limbs it was quite impossible to fufill his lofty expectations so my days consited of nothing but raspberry filled misery.