What's something modern you won't miss when it becomes obsolete?

[Virginia Creeper]

Which is why my daughter will wear clothes I make instead f the dreck sold in stores, like g-strings for toddlers.
Makes me want to fish slap those parents.

My kids get hand-me-downs, and my standard for what's acceptable is definitely considered not fun by my 11 year old. Kid, I don't care what you think you should be wearing, short-shorts are for around the house only. And the only reason I let you have those is because I'm a tight ba***rd who loathes turning on the central air.

 

[jamespowers]

My kids get hand-me-downs, and my standard for what's acceptable is definitely considered not fun by my 11 year old. Kid, I don't care what you think you should be wearing, short-shorts are for around the house only. And the only reason I let you have those is because I'm a tight ba***rd who loathes turning on the central air.

:rofl: Now you are on the right track. I don't have those problems. Uniforms cure quite a lot.

 

[jamespowers]

Which is why my daughter will wear clothes I make instead f the dreck sold in stores, like g-strings for toddlers.
Makes me want to fish slap those parents.

Like this::fish:

 

[LizzieMaine]

Hand-me-downs were all we ever wore. I was the oldest, and most of my stuff was handed down from my cousin, but sometimes I wore things that had belonged to my mother when she was a kid. My sister got what was left over after I grew out of them. As for my brother -- well, he was picked on a lot by the other neighborhood kids.

 

[jamespowers]

Hand-me-downs were all we ever wore. I was the oldest, and most of my stuff was handed down from my cousin, but sometimes I wore things that had belonged to my mother when she was a kid. My sister got what was left over after I grew out of them. As for my brother -- well, he was picked on a lot by the other neighborhood kids.

:rofl:
Being an only child, I never had that problem but I did wear one of my father's scratchy old wool sweaters. I wish they would have saved all of his clothes. Judging from the pictures, I would have loved it.
On the other hand, my youngest son looks over my oldest son's clothes and says: "I am going to wear that when you grow out of it." He is already cherry picking. lol lol

 

[vintageTink]

I wore thrift store clothes. Which would have been fine but my step-monster bought clothes from the 70's.

 

[Zombie_61]

...Uniforms cure quite a lot.

Sure, unless it's a "Catholic school girl" uniform on an attractive adult woman; that can create other issues.

 

[GHT]

Then again, I live near The Largest Outdoor Insane Asylum.

Goodmayes Hospital in East London is in Barley Lane, it's a psychiatric hospital. So well known is it, and the patients within, that it's simply refered to as: 'Barley Lane." One bitter cold winter a few years ago, my wife and I were travelling along Barley Lane, when a fellow stepped out of the gates of the hospital without a stitch on, save for a pair of shoes. No socks though, just shoes. His clothes were all neatly folded over one arm. I looked at my wife and before I could say anything she said: "Yes you did!" Let me tell you that this guy was so well hung, and despite the plummeting temperature, it must have been halfway down to his knees, and that was when it was in a flacid state.
"Why?" I asked my wife, "do the nutcases have big dicks?" "Because," she replied, all matter-of-factly, "before you are born, you walk along a bench selecting your attributes. While you were getting yourself a half decent brain, he, and others, were at the other end. By the time you got there, all the big ones had gone." Sounds about right!

I certainly won't miss clothes that have writing on them, I can go along with this one.

We have a rather funny comediene, name of Sarah Millican, whose humour is to take a perspective on life, rather than tell gag after gag. She was regaling us about a boyfriend who wanted to, ahem, how to put this delicately, go in trap 2. Her response was to get a pair of "Meat Loaf" knickers. On the front it read: "I would do anything for love." and on the back: "But I won't do that!"

 

[V.C. Brunswick]

Goodmayes Hospital in East London is in Barley Lane, it's a psychiatric hospital. So well known is it, and the patients within, that it's simply refered to as: 'Barley Lane." One bitter cold winter a few years ago, my wife and I were travelling along Barley Lane, when a fellow stepped out of the gates of the hospital without a stitch on, save for a pair of shoes. No socks though, just shoes. His clothes were all neatly folded over one arm. I looked at my wife and before I could say anything she said: "Yes you did!" Let me tell you that this guy was so well hung, and despite the plummeting temperature, it must have been halfway down to his knees, and that was when it was in a flacid state.
"Why?" I asked my wife, "do the nutcases have big dicks?" "Because," she replied, all matter-of-factly, "before you are born, you walk along a bench selecting your attributes. While you were getting yourself a half decent brain, he, and others, were at the other end. By the time you got there, all the big ones had gone." Sounds about right!


We have a rather funny comediene, name of Sarah Millican, whose humour is to take a perspective on life, rather than tell gag after gag. She was regaling us about a boyfriend who wanted to, ahem, how to put this delicately, go in trap 2. Her response was to get a pair of "Meat Loaf" knickers. On the front it read: "I would do anything for love." and on the back: "But I won't do that!"

Hence the "big head and little head," though which does the actual thinking is never made clear.

 

[GHT]

That is so true. Things I won't miss: Juveniles who get such a blood rush at the thought that she said yes, they never give a thought to protecting themselves from unwanted pregnancies or STD's. We know that the penis swells with blood when aroused, but these young men act like the blood rushes from brain to groin and there's not enough of it to serve both organs perfectly.

 

[Virginia Creeper]

:rofl: Now you are on the right track. I don't have those problems. Uniforms cure quite a lot.

You say "uniforms," but I hear "expensive laundry in constant need of washing."

Regarding hand-me-downs, my oldest 3 are all girls. The firstborn gets her clothes from her friends, as she's the shortest of the group and the other 2 are the youngest in their families. Daughter #2 gets her clothes from Daughter #1. Daughter #3 gets her clothes from Daughter #2.

When #3 was born, my husband held her and solemnly promised she would get one brand-new outfit a year, just for the experience. lol

#4 is a boy, and let's just say I'm grateful blue jeans are fairly gender-neutral.

 

[GHT]

Regarding hand-me-downs.

I haven't got any children, but wearing my wife's hand me downs is fun!

 

[Virginia Creeper]

I haven't got any children, but wearing my wife's hand me downs is fun!

I'm sure you get exciting reactions from people on the street. lol

 

[GHT]

You are not wrong. My case comes up next week.

 

[Virginia Creeper]

Well, do make sure to wear something pretty. You'll want to impress the judge.

 

[vintageTink]

You are not wrong. My case comes up next week.

Well, do make sure to wear something pretty. You'll want to impress the judge.

:rofl:

Also choose the right color lipstick. It'll set the outfit off just right.

 

[jamespowers]

I wore thrift store clothes. Which would have been fine but my step-monster bought clothes from the 70's.

Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

 

[jamespowers]

You say "uniforms," but I hear "expensive laundry in constant need of washing."

Nah, it is easy. Dark blue khakis are no problem. The pants are also so well made that they can hold up to the washing. The white polo shirts aren't that bad either.

 

[jamespowers]

Well, do make sure to wear something pretty. You'll want to impress the judge.

:rofl:

 

[jamespowers]

You are not wrong. My case comes up next week.

Reminds me of a joke someone emailed me last night:
A biker roaring down a highway one evening came to bridge. As he slowed to cross, he noticed a girl on the parapet about to jump off. He ground to a halt, jumped off the bike and grabbed her. "Hey, kid," he yelled, "What the hell are you doing?"

"I'm trying to kill myself!" the girl cried.

The biker held her at arms' length. Even in the dim bridge lights she was quite pretty. "Hey," he said, not wanting to miss an opportunity. "Before you jump, how 'bout a little kiss?"

"Why not," she sighed, then moved in and kissed him. It was a long, passionate, deep-tongued, lingering and thrilling kiss.

The biker finally pushed her away. Awed, he said, "Honey, that there was one fine kiss! You're one hot young thang! Why th' heck do you wanna kill yourself?

"'Cause my parents don't like me dressing up like a girl!"