Last night, I partied like it was 1998. I learned a couple things. One, it’s not 1998 and I have to go to work early unlike back then when I could sleep ’til noon before my swing shift. Two, I
Last night, I partied like it was 1998. I learned a couple things. One, it’s not 1998 and I have to go to work early unlike back then when I could sleep ’til noon before my swing shift. Two, I
I might still be drunk… but is was worth it! Love you Joe Speaker!
This was possibly your gayest entry to date.
Thanks for making me throw up in my mouth a little. Now I have to brush my teeth again.
I kid, of course.
classic speaker brilliance. i love.
How sad is it that I was going to make some (brilliant) comment about 1998, which was my senior year of high school, and all its fads and glory, but I couldn’t remember a single thing that happened?
The boy band/Britney/mickey mouse club parade wouldn’t really hit its stride until the next year, and we were a few years removed from the alternative/grunge phase. I can’t recall a single important movie released in that year, nor can I recall a passing fad. Seinfeld’s run had ended, and the only other big tv show, Friends, was about as funny as getting bullhorned in the groin. Sure, we did have only the second presidential impeachment in our history, but politics are stupid and don’t count. I suppose I did learn what the definition of "is" "was," so I guess that’s something. Oh, and never manjaculate on a woman wearing a blue dress. Ever. And Microsoft is a monopoly and must be stopped.
Though I was born in the final year that is considered to be part of Generation X, by the time I came "of age" MTV was already irrelevant in our cultural landscape. Broadband connections didn’t yet exist (en masse), so I had to dial up to learn that one of my friends had called me a "doodyhead" in MSN mail. And this being the age before spam, I didn’t yet know it was possible to take a couple of pills and have my penis grow 3-4 inches in length.
So when you partied like it was 1998, does that mean you threw down a few Prozac’s and wished you’d put more money into the stock market ten years earlier?
I haven’t done one google search, but I can’t think of a single reason why 1998 was in the least bit important.
Oh, that was the year I first got laid. Summer trip to Tahoe. Oh Anna, you sweet, sweet palindrome of boobies and sluttiness. Whatever happened to you?
Ah, 1998. You were as nondescript as you were lame. I’ll never forget you.
Funny stuff!
dude, greg should totally rent out your comments to post his blog on.