There was no "Time Out" when we were kids. You'de be better off wearing a 15 pound orange street cone placed on your head with "Dunce" written on it than be sent to the vice principles office for a table paddle that weighed 10 pounds across your assneck
In 1983, we would climb the hill in front of our home near San Pablo Rez near Berkeley and at any moment you're drinking a brew and enganging in lovers-point loven and over looking the bay when the Soviet Union accidently launched but couldn't stop them.
then right next to you, an elevator shaft door opens up and the custdodian takes out the trash while getting it stuck in the door
oh wait, that's not what we're hearing
lolz at the delayed latch and what sounds like an elevator at first. Fuck your safety world and all of this got damn nanny state mentality the libtards are feeding us. I want edgy and danger. not by a fucking virus either.
