jaborandi
Active Member
But I'll bet places were safe in the good ol' white bread days!
Oh, I loved the good ol' white bread days with dad, the brave breadwinner who didn't have a clue what was going on under his nose, mother, the perfect homemaker and of course, us kids who were just so dern cute and we had no doubt that everything was going to turn out just fine - well, except for that damn faggot cousin, and the stupid uncle who fell in love with a woman from a different race and that disallusioned maiden aunt who thought she could be an independent career woman. Other than that, we just felt so safe - well except for the constant threat of nuclear annihilation, but well, safety and happiness does come with a bit of a price tag. Do I ever miss those days of safety!!!!