I had an amazing collection of Dreamcast games. I paid squat for them. Nobody wanted them and I got them all for next to nothing at a local game shop. Games that are very rare today, I paid like 6 bucks for.

My best friend and I played regularly when we were roommates in the mid 2000s.

He got married and moved out. One day he said, “Hey bro, can I borrow your Dreamcast and games so I can play them and bond with my stepson?” “Sure man, just take care of them.”

I heard from a mutual friend that he moved so I called him and asked him about my Dreamcast. “Oh I’m sorry bro, it got left at the old place and I have no idea what happened to it.”

I still randomly have a desire to go to his house and ask him to show me something he takes pride in and then break it before his eyes.

We’re talking thousands of dollars now. Grrrr. Not that I’d sell them, but that’s part of why I’m so damn angry about it.

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I’ll never forget it.

Pam?

Archer?

I think he could have got two birds stoned at once with this one.

Wait… You did this?

Bro, I went to college and got a degree in packinology. Not everyone is qualified to use scotch tape and bubble wrap. You know how many people die every year choking on packing peanuts?

A brain sturgeon ain’t got shit on me.

I knew two people brave enough to rock a mullet. One was the dude I described above, the other was a terribly slow but incredibly sweet fella I worked with at a call center in my early 20s. He got picked on until he cut it. (Oddly enough my autocorrect corrected “picked on” to his last name which was eerie as shit because it isn’t a common name and I haven’t said it in years. Damn! How bizarre!). After he cut I’d sing to him, “gimme back my mullet! picka dernernt, bweeoo Put it back where it belong!”

Haha

Ooooh. I knew a y2k grunge girl in the early 2000s. My sister.

I did not think the mullet was rad when my dad had it, and I don’t think the mullet is rad now.

Only one person wore it well and that was David Bowie.

Zoomers are dressing like our moms with the belly jeans and that rapey step uncle with the dirty stache that kids were told to avoid when they were doing the mathathon or selling candy bars.

I mean, we had websites dedicated to making fun of mullets and these kids are sporting them unironically.

I seriously didn’t believe the mullet could make a comeback once it became associated with incest, rebel flags, and gritty trailer parks.

What do I know though? I’ve honestly never had any style at all. :p

And your mom too.

Umm, MySpace, not yourspace…

Man, I remember being scared of this virus many years ago.

Oh yeah, I seen it. Thank you though. I got caught smoking my first cigarette at four years old in my cousins bedroom. So I’m really not that far off, not that it’s any kind of contest.

I’m scared of mine. Let me get a few beers in her when she gets home and I’ll see what we can do. What’s your financial situation? I’m an unemployed and annoyed stay at home dad. :p

No shit, I was about his age when I started smoking. I grew up deep in hillbilly Appalachian country and all of the kids I grew up with smoked. I only knew two kids in my whole neighborhood who didn’t smoke and one of them started in their 30s for some reason.

My brother and I robbed a delivery truck when we were 11 and 13 and stole two full boxes of Camel cartons.

Yeah that’s what I had and it was GLORIOUS!

Yeah, I got so excited by your comment that I forgot to ask my wife. They’ll probably say no. 🙄

I didn’t know I liked jalapenos until recently and someone brought me a burger with them.

Holy shit I wish I could handle that heat regularly.