Raf, I feel bound to warn you: this model of the family also obliges *you* to work your ass of from the break of day to the early evening on Mondays through Fridays, and from the break of day to the early afternoon on Saturdays, preferably in a car-factory or at an insurance company. When you return home, you are expected to have a whisky-soda, read the papers, have dinner, and then entertain your four or five children, before preparing your weekly lecture at the local bible-club on Wednesdays. On Thursdays you go bowling, and on Tuesdays and Fridays you play bridge with the Jones'. Your wife will perpetually nag you for that new model Hoover vacume cleaner, the new four-door Dodge model 1958 (which, I might add, you are expected to clean and tinker with on Saturday afternoons). Let's not even get started about church on Sundays.
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Okay, okay, I got it, I'd be deeply unhappy in the 50s. But I certainly wouldn't think twice before marrying a girl who follows those rules... :P
Raf, I feel bound to warn you: this model of the family also obliges *you* to work your ass of from the break of day to the early evening on Mondays through Fridays, and from the break of day to the early afternoon on Saturdays, preferably in a car-factory or at an insurance company. When you return home, you are expected to have a whisky-soda, read the papers, have dinner, and then entertain your four or five children, before preparing your weekly lecture at the local bible-club on Wednesdays. On Thursdays you go bowling, and on Tuesdays and Fridays you play bridge with the Jones'. Your wife will perpetually nag you for that new model Hoover vacume cleaner, the new four-door Dodge model 1958 (which, I might add, you are expected to clean and tinker with on Saturday afternoons). Let's not even get started about church on Sundays.
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Okay, okay, I got it, I'd be deeply unhappy in the 50s. But I certainly wouldn't think twice before marrying a girl who follows those rules... :P
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No way. In the 50s Raf would have been a James Dean/Marlon Brando type, wearing a leather jacket, driving a motorcyle or a cool car.
Raf, I feel bound to warn you: this model of the family also obliges *you* to work your ass of from the break of day to the early evening on Mondays through Fridays, and from the break of day to the early afternoon on Saturdays, preferably in a car-factory or at an insurance company. When you return home, you are expected to have a whisky-soda, read the papers, have dinner, and then entertain your four or five children, before preparing your weekly lecture at the local bible-club on Wednesdays. On Thursdays you go bowling, and on Tuesdays and Fridays you play bridge with the Jones'. Your wife will perpetually nag you for that new model Hoover vacume cleaner, the new four-door Dodge model 1958 (which, I might add, you are expected to clean and tinker with on Saturday afternoons). Let's not even get started about church on Sundays.
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Okay, okay, I got it, I'd be deeply unhappy in the 50s. But I certainly wouldn't think twice before marrying a girl who follows those rules... :P
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May I recommend turning your focus to China or Japan?
Mr.Jingles · Member since
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[b]ONE OF THESE DAYS, ALICE... POW!! RIGHT IN THE KISSER!![/b]
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Whoa... excuse me sir, but was that a.... Looney Tunes reference !?!?
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Yes and No.
It was a 'Honeymooners' reference that was spoofed on a Looney Tunes cartoon.
thomasquinn 32989 · Member since
Incidentally, Raf, you do realize that, if you were to find yourself a genuine 1950s poster-girl, there are certain...unexpected downsides? Let me put it like this: if you were ever to ask for a blow-job, you'd have just enough time to explain what you mean by that before she went back to her mother.
The Mir@cle · Member since
Where are the times when a man went out, hit a woman with a stick on their head to drag them home at their hairs....
