gigastasio@sh.itjust.works to Lemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world · 1 month agoAt my house we dine with some goddamn classsh.itjust.worksimagemessage-square49linkfedilinkarrow-up1272arrow-down139
arrow-up1233arrow-down1imageAt my house we dine with some goddamn classsh.itjust.worksgigastasio@sh.itjust.works to Lemmy Shitpost@lemmy.world · 1 month agomessage-square49linkfedilink
minus-squareBoomer Humor Doomergod@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up24·1 month agoGrape Nuts, whiskey, and a Marlboro Red
minus-squarePNW clouds@infosec.publinkfedilinkarrow-up13·1 month agoI feel like this might have been a real ad when i was a kid
minus-squareBoomer Humor Doomergod@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up4·1 month agoMe too. There was a cowboy if memory serves me right.
minus-squareSturgist@lemmy.calinkfedilinkarrow-up7·1 month agoPart of a clinically approved balanced breakfast!
minus-squareturtlesareneat@piefed.calinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up4·1 month agoHow my grandfather lived to be 94 (kidding they all had massive strokes in their 50s)
minus-squareBoomer Humor Doomergod@lemmy.worldlinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up2·1 month agoOne of mine lived on that until he died at 95. The other didn’t smoke and got a cool sword in Germany for a carton in ‘45. He lived to 97. My uncle Bob was an aircraft mechanic who skipped the Grape Nuts and crushed my hand for fun died happy at 89. Optimizing for duration is not a reliable measure of glory.
minus-squareJiggle_Physics@quokk.aulinkfedilinkEnglisharrow-up3·1 month agoGrape nuts, Winstons, and Scotch whiskey describes my dad on the weekends.
Grape Nuts, whiskey, and a Marlboro Red
I feel like this might have been a real ad when i was a kid
Me too. There was a cowboy if memory serves me right.
Part of a clinically approved balanced breakfast!
How my grandfather lived to be 94
(kidding they all had massive strokes in their 50s)
One of mine lived on that until he died at 95.
The other didn’t smoke and got a cool sword in Germany for a carton in ‘45. He lived to 97.
My uncle Bob was an aircraft mechanic who skipped the Grape Nuts and crushed my hand for fun died happy at 89.
Optimizing for duration is not a reliable measure of glory.
Grape nuts, Winstons, and Scotch whiskey describes my dad on the weekends.