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Post by TheGoodMan19 on May 8, 2018 0:49:01 GMT
Now that's true. When I was growing up, we had one phone. One of the old rotary dial jobs with a short cord. And it could go no further than the living room. So you you wanted to get with a chick, you had to sweettalk in front on the whole family. With my parents straining to hear and my brother making rude comments. It's a wonder i ever got laid before age 18. Of course, I could see my 15 year old self going too far too soon and making my second text an anatomical photo. "Hey, see any you like, toots?" I wasn't very shy. Or tactful.  Oh man, that must have been a nightmare, we had exactly the same in our home. I had an older sister, 5 years older than me, so needless to say whenever any boys rang up for her I used to annoy the hell out of her. I forgot all about that... I should really apologise to her one day for that! Of course, in 1998, there were no camera phones, just texts, calls and maybe 'snake' if you had a nokia 3310. That's all you need. . It sucked for planning mischief also. We had to talk in code. “Ice Cream” was code for alcohol. My mom was so gullible that she thought I spent the weekend at actual ice cream parties. My father knew it was bullshit but he didn’t care.
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