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Me too my friend, me too. I used to wonder what my parents were so upset about and I feel the same way now. I want the 90s back!!!Back when I was a young teenager I could skip school, jump on a train to the city and have a good ole time playing pinball and arcade machines, maybe go to a movie, gorge on junk food .. all with a pocket full of saved up lunch money from the week before! Now when I go to the supermarket I strangely morph into "grumpy old cunt" and mutter things under my breath at how ridiculous the prices are. I have become KING of the "Well back in MY day" stories.
) faaaark good ole days.you just reminded me I have some vintage Tapes like this!@ZeroK Do you remember this?View attachment 903421
you just reminded me I have some vintage Tapes like this!
i never had to buy one because my parents had their own anus sex recorded
Aaaah ... you little beauty 😍 this takes me back to the good old days of sneaking into the 'secret' back area through those mysterious Saloon doors and down the magic staircase into perverts lair
(I remember never knowing what a glory hole was until I put my eye to one!)Back when I was a young teenager I could skip school, jump on a train to the city and have a good ole time playing pinball and arcade machines, maybe go to a movie, gorge on junk food .. all with a pocket full of saved up lunch money from the week before! Now when I go to the supermarket I strangely morph into "grumpy old cunt" and mutter things under my breath at how ridiculous the prices are. I have become KING of the "Well back in MY day" stories.