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Its a shame that it isn’t like that today.
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*Gasp* you mean people used to actually do things??? Offline??? No way!
I literally laughed out loud at the kid smoking a cigar though.
That one cracked me up. 🙂
Reblogged this on wordrefiner.
Thank you for reblogging. 🙂
I love the one with the kids climbing all over the fire escape. Wouldn’t be allowed now. Too dangerous.
I remember playing on fire escapes when I was a kid. Of course, I also remember cars with no seat belts, so that tells you how old I am.
Roll out those lazy hazy crazy days of Summer……
Am I dating myself too much if I say, gee whiz, I remember those days!!
Join the club. 🙂
It was certainly a less-frenzied time. I can’t help thinking how uncomfortable it would be to wear a dress and heels to a picnic on the grass, though!
Three kids on their bikes, doing the puddles. I remember those days. We were so completely into it, mud and all.
Yep. And no helmets or knee or elbow pads, either. Those were the days…
Ah the good old days. When kids could smoke a cigar without fire retardant jammies…
😀 😀 😀
Reblogged this on Calculus of Decay and commented:
Oh, the days of kids and cigars. Now all they do is vape! 🙃
I loved this!
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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