If you'd care to know, my parents currently drive two cars; one is 14 years old with >300,000 km, and the other is 10 years old (and that one was bought used). They live in a small bungalow, and I shared a room until I moved out on my own. I realize these aren't necessarily markers of income. They made decent money, but were frugal, saved, and didn't spend much (a good thing, as it turned out). I can't pretend to be, or have ever been, poor. But I thought there was something sinister in the implication that if I weren't white and upper middle class, I'd be more afraid of things. I'm young and male; this is all that is necessary to be reckless and unconcerned with consequences. I've known guys far more reckless and worry-free than me who have honest-to-christ lived on the street. Come to think of it, having lived with actual danger and actual problems probably makes you a hell of a lot more worry-free about a lot of things, rather than the current set of middle class who insist on helmets while riding bicycles and school districts who have banned children walking home by themselves. If you also care to know, I haven't been a poor, starving college student because I have a contract with my employer that paid for my education. Not a bad deal if you can get it, but not everyone can, or wants to.
I was just thinking about something Ghetto said and I'm surprised I never thought of the question before, but he mentioned how they don't have dollar bills in Canada. So what do you give to strippers? Personally, I'm not opposed to chucking metal currency at a stripper, but I feel that hurling looneys and tooneys is frowned upon. Any insight?
I answered this in rep to somebody else, if the glass was filled with real bourbon, I would have another fun filled evening of my husband drunk and babbling on about plutonium or some other such fascinating shit and then get a $40 cab ride home. Fake seems the safer route.
To answer the question about dollar bills, the next time you consider the cost of living in a city like Montreal, Toronto, or Vancouver, make sure you consider the extra cost of going to a strip club if the minimum tip is $5.
Well, since you seem to be glamorizing the fact that those who suffered hardships allows them to have a more cavalier attitude about life over somebody who has had a pretty safe and cushy life, I just can't have anymore of a conversation with you on the topic.
But DAD! We want a cartoon! That was the horrible children not five minutes ago. Now of course they are not watching it, but are very confused as to why I am saying I am going to turn it off, and watch football.
Silly BigPerson. They don't play real football on Saturdays. In other news, a giant bowl of hot oatmeal with a fresh peach cut up in it when it's cold and snowing outside and I'm wicked hungover and watching the weather through a 12' x 18' wall of windows is about as warm and cozy as I can feel with my clothes on.
I remember a few years ago finding myself in a strip club in Windsor, and seeing a guy giving a dancer a dollar coin. I assumed this was okay after witnessing this so I did the same.
Perhaps, but you all with your paper money will never appreciate the beauty that is the Toonie Slide.
My vocabulary is actually much douchier when drunk in person. I'm too lazy to think of the perfect word, so I think of whatever the first word that comes to my head is... I'm pretty sure MC, Audrey and Ssycko mocked me for it. I know I missed all of this stuff last night, but if I ever posture, red dot the fuck out of me. I hope that I'm pretty much the same as on the internet. Whether that's good is something else entirely.
I'd be much more inclined to make it rain in that situation. If any of them protested, I'd point out that it looks more like rain than paper money.