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Discussion in 'Bad Dog Cafe' started by Ironwolf, Mar 3, 2020.
You're totally right and I definitely didn't mean to stir any reflections!
Good job bringing it back to what matters: Guitar!!!!
I ran a company where we hired mostly millennials and there were some coddled ones for sure. One didn’t want to work a full eight hours and asked to just come in 6 hours a day, lol, and bring her dog with her.
On the other hand, we had numerous folks the same age that worked their butts off and took pride in doing a good job.
How many Tele players does it take to change a light bulb?
None~ a Tele is so bright you don't need one!
some millennials can do stuff... here is the boy milling a beam.
My stepdads greatest musical ambition in life was to make a whistling noise when he snored!
Oh my, I hope the boys at the bail bond place don't find out about this! Thanks though, I'll try and be more careful posting on such an erudite board as this.
I don't know....my Grandpa had been to old to take part at WW2. I'm sure he had a pike on top of his helmet.
ahh the smell of zyklon B in the morning....
That's just the 'Waco Kids' !
A Handy men can make "Brand New Ford Superduty" money if he is also a good businessman.
I was wondering that. The bike's not a BMW though - anyone know what it is? looks a bit BSA to me.
y'all are just jealous, cause millenials and zoomers are in fact generally way smarter than you.
but to be fair, all those drugs you did back in your hippy days didn't help matters any
Sigh, when it comes to brains, I admittedly got the short end of the stick.
Maybe if he'd known he could play an anvil in an opera he might have aspired to more musical ambitions.
TD I'm not the sharpest knife in the happy meal either.
But hearing about lazy dumb entitled millennials all the time, from boomers of all people , has gotten very tedious
I DIDN'T do drugs in my hippie days (honest) so I'll have to think up another excuse for not being smart.
My stepdad used to light a cigarette, then dangle it over the side of his chair, the cigarette would grow an ash an inch long because he had gone sound asleep. I would slide a coffee can under the cigarette to catch the ash, but he could always move his hand just enough to avoid the ash falling into the can, and allow it to fall onto the floor. One of my cherished memories of him is my mom saying he needed to take a bath and change clothes, his favorite response was. Why I ain't done nothing to get dirty?! He was a good old guy, but he was born into a time when they still rode horses to town, and sanitation was a thing that was yet to come. I think sleeping must be good for you, he lived to be eighty three years of age.
Whatever your generation, I hope you’d agree, that people (males especially) “bottling up” their emotions, not asking for help when they need it, and keeping their troubles to themselves, is a big problem.
No generation has quite got this right yet, and the Male suicide rate is through the roof thanks to this.
There’s some approaches that older members might call “coddling”...but I’m not really talking about that. I’m talking about the emotionally intelligent thing.
Men, you don’t have to be emotionally removed, lone islands to be brave and strong.
Sometimes the bravest thing you can do is realise the need for help, and ask for it, in a society that won’t expect that from you.
Nurture each other.
How many TDPRI members does it take to diagnose a "check engine" light?