Random Jabber Jibber thread

My sister is a 4 year college graduate with decent job and married with kids. I am 31 the uncle to two nephews single never married and all I have to my name is a long employment history and useless associate's degree. Sometimes when I get blaZed I find myself wondering who did life right. I guess I did it wrong? Life don't come with an instruction manual. Then again what causes so much stress with people all the time is the feeling like they did life wrong. Is it even worth worrying about? Stress ain't never worth it. Guess I always just wanted the simple things and I had a lot of obstacles coming out of the gate so that in and of itself was a challenge. I just had so much shit happen. Took me years to figure out that the more you try to fight the laws of physics and punch above your weight the more the universe is gonna smack you down and humble you but I was always an arrogant precocious little fuck. People tell me I still got time it don't always feel like it tho but maybe it's just my expectations that distort how I see things. Anyways just some random jibba jabba. I have probably officially been designated as funny uncle without my knowing. Not sure that's good or not. Hey at least I'm not boring.

In other news my computer died (rip) and I'm thinking of downgrading to a flip phone aka a dumb phone. I don't use socials so I guess it don't matter for me. Also I start a new job on Wednesday. Yey me. Hopefully im not piss tested.
 
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My sister is a 4 year college graduate with decent job and married with kids. I am 31 the uncle to two nephews single never married and all I have to my name is a long employment history and useless associate's degree. Sometimes when I get blaZed I find myself wondering who did life right. I guess I did it wrong? Life don't come with an instruction manual. Then again what causes so much stress with people all the time is the feeling like they did life wrong. Is it even worth worrying about? Stress ain't never worth it. Guess I always just wanted the simple things and I had a lot of obstacles coming out of the gate so that in and of itself was a challenge. I just had so much shit happen. Took me years to figure out that the more you try to fight the laws of physics and punch above your weight the more the universe is gonna smack you down and humble you but I was always an arrogant precocious little fuck. People tell me I still got time it don't always feel like it tho but maybe it's just my expectations that distort how I see things. Anyways just some random jibba jabba. I have probably officially been designated as funny uncle without my knowing. Not sure that's good or not. Hey at least I'm not boring.

In other news my computer died (rip) and I'm thinking of downgrading to a flip phone aka a dumb phone. I don't use socials so I guess it don't matter for me. Also I start a new job on Wednesday. Yey me. Hopefully im not piss tested.
You're the Skunkle :) 31? Shit, dude, Lotta life left to live. You ain't nowhere near done. Try to enjoy it. Lots of adventures to look forward to.
 
My first new car was a '76 Grand Prix w/ a 400. What a boat.... Totaled it on soapers.... What a idiot :hump:

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I showed you guys before what I did to my first car. A ‘67 Camaro. Talk about an idiot lol. I treated my 2nd car, ‘69 Camaro SS much nicer. That ‘69 was my first family car too :-)
The only new ride I’ve ever bought was my 2003 Silverado, which i’ve been doing a lot of work to lately. Will be almost brand new again :hump:
 
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My first new car was a '76 Grand Prix w/ a 400. What a boat.... Totaled it on soapers.... What a idiot :hump:

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Considering all of my bad habits, I'm astounded that I never smashed up a car. It's a miracle. I loved those days of big boats. My father had a Crysler New Yorker ( 427)...f'ing massive. Oh yea, put an eight track player in. A cruising machine. During winter, we were allowed studded tires. My older brother would back it into outdoor basketball courts, put her in drive and floor it. F'ing chunks of tar flying all over. He always was an asshole.
 
Considering all of my bad habits, I'm astounded that I never smashed up a car. It's a miracle. I loved those days of big boats. My father had a Crysler New Yorker ( 427)...f'ing massive. Oh yea, put an eight track player in. A cruising machine. During winter, we were allowed studded tires. My older brother would back it into outdoor basketball courts, put her in drive and floor it. F'ing chunks of tar flying all over. He always was an asshole.
A tree jumped out in front of my Toyota Tercel once - totalled it. The tow truck driver had me make restitution with the land owner's fence inorder for him to not call the cops. Lucky! Didn't drink and drive after that - late 80s.

My oldest brother took me to the drive in theater at 14 to see Cheech and Chong. That was the first time I smoked hash/Columbia. Another time he took a couple of my buddies to the same drivein. He had a mixture of oils in his windshield washer fluid tank that ran into the carburetor. On the way home someone was tailgating us, so he dropped it down a gear, hit the gas and the windshield washer button. The headlights behind us suddenly disappeared in the plume of smoke. Good thing no one got hurt. Damn we did some stupid things.
 
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I tree jumped out in front of my Toyota Tercel once - totalledit. The tow truck driver had me make restitution with the land owner's fence inorder for him to not call the cops. Lucky! Didn't drink and drive after that - late 80s.

My oldest brother took me to the drive in theater at 14 to see Cheech and Chong. That was the first time I smoked hash/Columbia. Another time he took a couple of my buddies to the same drivein. He had a mixture of oils in his windshield washer fluid tank that ran into the carburetor. On the way home someone was tailgating us, so he dropped it down a gear, hit the gas and the windshield washer button. The headlights behind us suddenly disappeared in the plume of smoke. Good thing no one got hurt. Damn we did some stupid things.
Back in the old days, it was wild in the street,more drunk drivers than not. Hell, I used to drive a friend's car, an old standard Studebaker ( driver's seat held up by a propped up cork ball bat behind it), all over hell's acres, at all hours of the night, three sheets to the wind. I had just turned sweet 15. I'm proud of the fact that I never ran over anyone ( from what I recall......I certainly hope not). Come to think about it......
 
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