22 thoughts on “Except we Boomers were doing it way before GenX was an itch in their daddies ball sack.”
Umm, ok, this is not the same, but let the company and the people who buy this have their illusion.
Cold hose water on a hot summer day was the best.
True, but i could have done without the lingering rubber taste. I will say that you couldn’t beat the price or availability, which was at the side of every house on the street…
Bottled, that’s still to pussified. Drink from the hose. Word is it’s more than rubber these days, maybe we can get shed of those like Saul. He uses rubber nipples on the end of his hoses.
Thanks. You saved me from having to come out and just call him a DICK. I’m not sure you went far enough, but hopefully he gets the message.
Sorry, I’m an asshole not a DICK. Please be more accurate.
Wrong Cederq’s the asshole, Dick.
Why did you choose a pastry as your nom de plume? Sounds like a quiche-eating Frenchy thing to do.
Don’t knock the quiche, provided it’s made right. I like mine with cheese, peppers, onions, sausage and bacon. C’mon it’s breakfast pie. Top it with some Tabasco or salsa…shit, that’s good eatin’.
I actually agree with you, except for the Tabasco. Just giving Pastry Man a hard time.
Because I can Dick.
Are you, sure?
Deathray, he doesn’t even know what a full time night woman is.
Geez, I can’t believe that a couple of you guys believe that this is real. It’s a joke. Lighten up, Francis……
Drinking from a hose demanded running the water until it was cool, which made a more refreshing drink, and eliminated the hose taste. That, and it kept you from inside the house, where your mother frowned upon your intrusion into what she was working on, and prevented the assignment of tasks that interrupted outside activities.
I doubt we could have afforded bottled water, even if it was available. Bread was 10 loaves for a dollar at the day old store, and on the good weeks, we would each get a small pastry of our choice.
I loved the taste of green vinyl hose water in the morning!
Everything young ‘uns say gen X did was just called ‘growing up’.
The Little Rascals showed it decades before.
You spent as much time as possible keeping your parents from knowing what you were doing.
Drinking from the hose was mostly so you didn’t have to go in the house and deal with mom.
2nd only to pitcher pump water
I loved that shit.
Best water on (in?) Earth.
True, but then you have to fend off the local wildlife, and goats get annoyed really easily.
IDK how many doors I knocked on to get permission to drink from their hose. I Always promised to shut it off. Nobody ever said no.
There was a spigot at the corner of the hay barn that had the spout turned up. Skip the hose. I drank thousands of gallons from it.
Umm, ok, this is not the same, but let the company and the people who buy this have their illusion.
Cold hose water on a hot summer day was the best.
True, but i could have done without the lingering rubber taste. I will say that you couldn’t beat the price or availability, which was at the side of every house on the street…
Bottled, that’s still to pussified. Drink from the hose. Word is it’s more than rubber these days, maybe we can get shed of those like Saul. He uses rubber nipples on the end of his hoses.
Thanks. You saved me from having to come out and just call him a DICK. I’m not sure you went far enough, but hopefully he gets the message.
Sorry, I’m an asshole not a DICK. Please be more accurate.
Wrong Cederq’s the asshole, Dick.
Why did you choose a pastry as your nom de plume? Sounds like a quiche-eating Frenchy thing to do.
Don’t knock the quiche, provided it’s made right. I like mine with cheese, peppers, onions, sausage and bacon. C’mon it’s breakfast pie. Top it with some Tabasco or salsa…shit, that’s good eatin’.
I actually agree with you, except for the Tabasco. Just giving Pastry Man a hard time.
Because I can Dick.
Are you, sure?
Deathray, he doesn’t even know what a full time night woman is.
Geez, I can’t believe that a couple of you guys believe that this is real. It’s a joke. Lighten up, Francis……
Drinking from a hose demanded running the water until it was cool, which made a more refreshing drink, and eliminated the hose taste. That, and it kept you from inside the house, where your mother frowned upon your intrusion into what she was working on, and prevented the assignment of tasks that interrupted outside activities.
I doubt we could have afforded bottled water, even if it was available. Bread was 10 loaves for a dollar at the day old store, and on the good weeks, we would each get a small pastry of our choice.
I loved the taste of green vinyl hose water in the morning!
Everything young ‘uns say gen X did was just called ‘growing up’.
The Little Rascals showed it decades before.
You spent as much time as possible keeping your parents from knowing what you were doing.
Drinking from the hose was mostly so you didn’t have to go in the house and deal with mom.
2nd only to pitcher pump water
I loved that shit.
Best water on (in?) Earth.
True, but then you have to fend off the local wildlife, and goats get annoyed really easily.
IDK how many doors I knocked on to get permission to drink from their hose. I Always promised to shut it off. Nobody ever said no.
There was a spigot at the corner of the hay barn that had the spout turned up. Skip the hose. I drank thousands of gallons from it.