I thought Ratty put it well, once upon a time, in his opposition to what he called the Facebook tax. That is, when people post pictures or announce pointless shit about their lives, there's an obligation to Like it or comment, otherwise someone's nose gets out of joint and there might be real world repercussions (e.g., Aunt Linda gets pissed off that you didn't give a thumbs up to cousin Sandy getting her braces off, and complains to your mother, who is annoyed at you for creating this situation). We all know the stories about unfriending over dumb stuff like that. Like Ratty, I see that as a price greater than what Facebook offers, so I've gladly stayed away. Knowing that much about my family means being expected to be more invested in their lives than I want.
Luckily for me I spent decades cultivating my image as an unreliable and distant person so no one in my friend or family circle expects me to do anything on there.
Truly you are my future.
a lifetime serving one machine
Is ten times worse than prison
I managed to get in touch with my original best man in New Zealand after 25 years of not even knowing whether he was dead or alive.
For that alone, it's worth it for me
Also I get to see Heston's haircuts from boy to man
I managed to get in touch with my original best man in New Zealand after 25 years of not even knowing whether he was dead or alive.
For that alone, it's worth it for me
Also I get to see Heston's haircuts from boy to man
Heston’s haircuts are a high point.
High and Low. Literally
No one survived the 70s and 80s without at least one bad haircut.
There's a tiny, tiny hopeful part of me that says you guys are running a Kaufmanesque long con on the board
I managed to get in touch with my original best man in New Zealand after 25 years of not even knowing whether he was dead or alive.
For that alone, it's worth it for me
Also I get to see Heston's haircuts from boy to man
Heston’s haircuts are a high point.
High and Low. Literally
No one survived the 70s and 80s without at least one bad haircut.
I managed to get in touch with my original best man in New Zealand after 25 years of not even knowing whether he was dead or alive.
For that alone, it's worth it for me
Also I get to see Heston's haircuts from boy to man
Heston’s haircuts are a high point.
High and Low. Literally
No one survived the 70s and 80s without at least one bad haircut.
Correct
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Jesus christ, looks like it was cut by a blind man with the shakes.
There's a tiny, tiny hopeful part of me that says you guys are running a Kaufmanesque long con on the board
No one survived the 70s and 80s without at least one bad haircut.
Correct
img388.jpg
Jesus christ, looks like it was cut by a blind man with the shakes.
Done by me mother mate. To be fair, i've got photo's of my two brothers that are equally as bad, so it wasn't anything personal. Unless she hated all of us
I managed to get in touch with my original best man in New Zealand after 25 years of not even knowing whether he was dead or alive.
For that alone, it's worth it for me
Also I get to see Heston's haircuts from boy to man
Heston’s haircuts are a high point.
High and Low. Literally
No one survived the 70s and 80s without at least one bad haircut.
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a bowl of soup
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a rolling hoop
Wiggle, wiggle, wiggle like a ton of lead
Wiggle - you can raise the dead