Originally posted by muppymanRight. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
Luxury! We had to get up 3 hours before we went to bed, lick the road clean before breakfast, for a ha'penny a lifetime. You young whippersnappers don't know what discipline is!
Originally posted by pawnhandlerThis is like one of those time jokes right?
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."
The post that was quoted here has been removedGuilty as charged, Tim, and without excuse. The 'white dog' still seems to be in charge about 80-90% of the time. Yesterday, for whatever the cluster
of reasons, the 'black dog' decided to take his turn... depositing a few mega turds in your blazer pocket and destroying my new friendship with Worm.
😞 [WORD TOO LONG] > 😀
Originally posted by pawnhandleraye. and you try telling the young people of today that, and they'll be highly sceptical.
Right. I had to get up in the morning at ten o'clock at night, half an hour before I went to bed, eat a lump of cold poison, work twenty-nine hours a day down mill, and pay mill owner for permission to come to work, and when we got home, our Dad would kill us, and dance about on our graves singing "Hallelujah."