Suppose you were given the opportunity today (how is irrelevant) to make a phone call TO YOURSELF on the day you graduated from High School.
You have 30 seconds to give yourself a message. (Don’t waste time trying to convince you that it’s you!)
Q: What message will the older you give the younger you?
NOTE: It can be ANYTHING … from a serious life lesson to a joke. You can have more than one message, as long as your phone call is under thirty seconds. Please indicate the year you graduated High School.
The motivation for this question is the Mark Of The Beast shitfest. My message would be:
I graduated in 1970.
1. “Hey, fuknuts! [note: by this salutation, I’ll immediately know it’s me] Studying the Bible too long is a fucken waste of time. Instead, study accounting, and then start a blog. You’ll be fucken rich!!”
2. “Don’t marry a tall skinny Bible Thumper with a huge nose and no boobs!” [That would be the ex/future wifey.]
Man, oh man, how my life would be different if I knew that back in 1970!
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I always get pulled into these things when I don’t have time. If I can comment later while on my way to St Louis, I will.
Yes, that’s the St Louis no one is talking about here. Right into the belly of the beast! This is our anniversary week. 2 years ago, while on vacation for our 15th, we found “THE LUMP”. Last year I still hadn’t recovered my energy from my chemo and could not really enjoy doing much. This year we decided to celebrate big time, remission, and anniversary. We like music and that’s why we are going. Screw them and their protests! Can’t get our money back anyway. If it looks really bad when we get there, we’ll re-access. It’s only 3 1/2 hour drive, so, no big deal really to turn around and come home, not for me, anyway. I’m not driving.
Your question gives 30 seconds but I have all day to think about it.
BTW, Stucky, your curse you threw at Anon after my post in the anti-christ shitfest was hilarious and quite creative!
Stay safe in St. Louis Mary. Have fun too!
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Mags gets a pass because a) anyone mean enough to kill bunnies is not to be screwed with, and b) double D headlights. No way we risk running her off.
I hate typing on a kindle..It’s slow and tedious.
I also hated school and flunked more than typing, Vic, I barely graduated in 1975.
30 seconds isn’t much time, I would have to use my confirmation name so I would know it’s really the future me.
I would say “Sell the Mci-Worldcom stock you will own in 1999 at $xx.00. Grow a thicker skin..quit worrying about what everyone thinks. You’re going to have some rough times..hang in there…YOU WILL BE OK!”
I guess I’m now..Our Lady of the Boob
The car jerked and I couldn’t fix my name.?
We love you for your brain, MC. It’s just that you galvanized us to attention with that tale of the big boob that had to get shrunk but was even better after the reduction. We were riveted; sympathy is us.
It’s the old argument stopper; flash tits or mention your boob size as Maggie did once by telling us and then posting pictures to prove it. I don’t recall who won, I think she did. Notice how nobody ever challenges her at all, ever. I have her pic in my archives, for purely sentimental reasons of course. We went to the same school in Rantoul. I’ve always admired her from afar.