A young man lives at home with his parents and his elderly grandfather.
The man is sitting in his family room, playing videogames, while his grandfather reads in his armchair with a stern, unhappy look on his face. Finally the grandfather slams down his book and glances angrily to the man.
"How old are you again?"
"Twenty-three, grandpa."
The grandfather scoffs in disgust, raising his fist in anger and nearly shouting.
"Twenty-three and still living in your parents' basement!? When I was your age, I traveled across Europe! My buddies and I went to Paris, and had the time of our lives! We owned the streets! Got into the most exclusive restaurants without a wait! We even went to a nightclub and I fucked a stripper on stage, and when they tried to make us pay we beat the shit out of the bouncers! We were real men! You need to grow up and do something that gets your blood flowing and stop being such a disappointing pussy!"
The man is silent for a few moments, then nods.
"Y'know what grandpa, you're right. I do need to get out and live life! I'm going to go to Paris myself and do the same things as you!"
A few weeks later, the young man returns home. The grandfather greets him, expecting a new, confident and driven version of his grandson. Instead he finds his grandson in a sling and neckbrace, with two huge black eyes.
"What the hell happened to you?!" The grandfather asks.
"I did the same things as you did! We barged our way into exclusive clubs, and they just threw us out. We tried to get out of paying our tabs, and we got roughed up by the bouncers. Worst of all, when I tried to get touchy with a stripper the bouncers beat the shit out of us and the police were called!*
"Well who the hell did you go with?" The grandfather asks.
"My high school buddies, who the hell did you go with?" replies the grandson.
"Well..you know, the other members of the SS."
The man is sitting in his family room, playing videogames, while his grandfather reads in his armchair with a stern, unhappy look on his face. Finally the grandfather slams down his book and glances angrily to the man.
"How old are you again?"
"Twenty-three, grandpa."
The grandfather scoffs in disgust, raising his fist in anger and nearly shouting.
"Twenty-three and still living in your parents' basement!? When I was your age, I traveled across Europe! My buddies and I went to Paris, and had the time of our lives! We owned the streets! Got into the most exclusive restaurants without a wait! We even went to a nightclub and I fucked a stripper on stage, and when they tried to make us pay we beat the shit out of the bouncers! We were real men! You need to grow up and do something that gets your blood flowing and stop being such a disappointing pussy!"
The man is silent for a few moments, then nods.
"Y'know what grandpa, you're right. I do need to get out and live life! I'm going to go to Paris myself and do the same things as you!"
A few weeks later, the young man returns home. The grandfather greets him, expecting a new, confident and driven version of his grandson. Instead he finds his grandson in a sling and neckbrace, with two huge black eyes.
"What the hell happened to you?!" The grandfather asks.
"I did the same things as you did! We barged our way into exclusive clubs, and they just threw us out. We tried to get out of paying our tabs, and we got roughed up by the bouncers. Worst of all, when I tried to get touchy with a stripper the bouncers beat the shit out of us and the police were called!*
"Well who the hell did you go with?" The grandfather asks.
"My high school buddies, who the hell did you go with?" replies the grandson.
"Well..you know, the other members of the SS."
In every country and every age, the priest had been hostile to Liberty.
- Thomas Jefferson
- Thomas Jefferson
