Back when I was young, swimming competitively, my go-to high snack was an Entemann’s All Butter French Crumb Cake and a half gallon of 2% milk. 2700 calories in a clip. Literally couldn’t put on weight.

But this story’s going to take a turn, because let me tell you, that shit catches up, and a poor diet is hard to forget, but when you’re old you do put on the weight.

So I’m going to say no, don’t eat the whole thing. Eat half of it.

NJ is best state.

I’m the same way about the '80s. I got a little more of them but don’t remember anything obviously. I’m sure your '80s are my '90s, there was something special about the time that I really started to get into music.

It’s funny, because when you’re a kid, a fan of 8 years is a lot, but 38-46 is essentially the same these days, just some not-so-young kids.

We had very a similar home audio system, except the CD player for mine could pull out, it had ports for a headphone jack and power, and when you pulled it out the main system just had the headphone male and power male sticking out. It was such a an odd design to have it be portable. It was most definitely not meant to be a walkman because it had zero skip protection, it just played CDs. It was bulky too, a square that was larger in length and width than a CD case, and depth was about four or five CD cases.

The double deck tape player was huge for making mixtapes, that was always so much fun.

And as for SNES, my brother and I saved up to drop the $150 on that as well. You may be a little older than me, I was born in '87, my brother '86.

The '90s were good.

They’re the same color!

Yep, and your drugs and guns. It’s a real treasure trove.

It’s because the Earth moved closer to the sun.

I also call him Douche Willis sometimes, because he can be a douche. But yes, I agree. I totally respect his vibe. He is just living, doing what he does. Sure, he complains for food, but he doesn’t need anything. Sure, he stabs me demanding pets, but then he also completely ignores me when I try to play with him. Nothing but respect from me.

My cat is also a wanderer. My wife picked him and his sister (now deceased) off the streets of Asbury Park. It’s funny because she was there working with the homeless population and came home with homeless cats, she really cannot help herself.

Rudi was a homebody and a mess of an individual, diabetes, mean but also always up in your business. She died after she swallowed something and it got stuck in her intestines. $10k for a surgery with a 10% chance of success wasn’t it, unfortunately, so I had her put down in our home, which I like to imagine was easier for cat who hated getting in cat carriers.

Bruce Willis is an animal and has fought remaining indoors since we brought him home. If it’s raining, or if it’s too sunny, or sometimes not sunny enough, he will stare out the open door and then walk back in the house. He will also scratch at the door from the outside to come in, I will open it, and he will wander away. But every neighbor knows him because he just goes to everyone’s houses. Some people feed him, it is what it is. He’s not fat so whatever.

He is uncollarable so he is just a black cat that roams, and has been for the last decade plus. He has outlived, as far as I can tell, the rest of the stray/other neighborhood cats that we used to see, grey cat, big black cat, orange cat. He used to fight them. Sometimes he comes home injured. I dunno, it’s just the life he likes to live. If he’s inside at night, you can bet he will wake me up sometime between 1 and 3am to go out, and will not take no for an answer. So when it’s between outdoors or just locking him in the basement, the basement seems cruel. I know people will say he may meet his demise this way, but I honestly think he’d rather that than wilting away in the basement, although he absolutely wilts away in the basement on the couch all day, just not at night.

You know what happens when you make an assumption.

I don’t even know how to pronounce it. Forge Joe? For Gay Ho?

No, you don’t understand, I just beat the potatoes with the mixer.

If you give your kid access to your credit card you’re a fool. Those are parents who perhaps needed to learn some extra lessons in life.

The second the kid goes to school, they’re faced with every single fad anyway. It’s insanity. Everyone wants a croc, a Stanley, a labubu. My kids see the ads built in to the YouTubes, and they see it from friends, and I do my best to explain to them what’s happening.

And if they earn some money, or get birthday money, and they want to burn it on some nonsense, I explain to them what’s happening but ultimately give them some autonomy. And when the next thing comes along and they can’t spend money because they have none, they either learn or they don’t.

Ehhh, there’s a lot of crap on Roblox, but some of it isn’t bad. There’s just the obvious UI bullshit and constant spam to buy shit, but I take that opportunity to shit on people who do that so that my kids understand that’s a dirty practice.

The 1080 was a factory freak. I used mine forever, I want to say from a 2015 build as well.

This is a meme I can get behind. I would go to war for Big Potato.

I can’t stand mashed potatoes made with a ricer. All about the mixer.

Mid 90s were great. You had music in the mornings and then Beavis and Butthead, ren and stimpy, and Daria during the day. Unfortunately, they sprinkled in some RR reality TV shows, which was probably the beginning of the end.

Right, we have a glider back in 1853, and rockets forever (thanks war!). Just took a little extra time to put it all together.

That’s why I slam that shit home all the time. Robux are a scam. YouTubers are just selling to you. If it has ads it’s not worth watching. Just repeat that every day to the kids and they’re good to go.