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🔥 Why Your Grandfather Could Buy a House on a Gas Station Wage (And Why You Can't) 🏠💸 ​In 1964, the U.S. Federal Minimum Wage was $1.25 per hour. ​Most people look at that and think, "How did they survive on pocket change?" But they weren't being paid in "change"—they were

Bunch of copycats.

@SULLY10X Take them to LA, plenty of Hospice there. Just ask @nickshirleyy

It will cost billions and will never be completed because they will just steal the money needed to build it.

@Novacourt Deep down in your tummy, away from the light, a vine will start growing with all of its might! It will wrap ‘round your liver and tickle your toes, and sprout a green leaf from the tip of your nose!

I swallowed a watermelon seed 😳 What’s going to happen

@DirtyDeeeJay I don't know if I ever paid my BMG or Columbia House bill lol.

Current Status: Still waiting for the bill to arrive for all those 'Bill Me Later' inserts I pulled out of Sports Illustrated and Tiger Beat in 1989. I'm pretty sure I owe Columbia House at least 47 cents for 12 CDs.

@EmilySm43 Go to the bank and get a bunch of silver half dollars. Return to modern day and cash in.

Be honest

@BuzzPatterson 🤮

Oh, Dear God, I’m going to lose it!

@mattvanswol @Breaking911 They don't want to shut off their money tree kickbacks.

@Breaking911 WHO THE HELL WOULD VOTE AGAINST THIS?!!!!! HOW DID 186 DEMOCRATS VOTE AGAINST DEPORTING ILLEGAL ALIEN FRAUDSTERS?!!!!!! WHAT THE ACTUAL HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE????????!!!!!!!!

🚨 BREAKING: The House of Representatives has passed a bill mandating automatic deportation for illegal aliens who commit welfare fraud, in a 231–186 vote.

@ginacarano My favorite actress! Class act all around!

New profile pic… for the moment. 🙇🏻‍♀️☺️

Layaway was the original 'Buy Now, Pay Later,' except you didn't actually get the 'Buy Now' part. It was more like 'Pay Now, Hope It Fits in Three Months.'

The ultimate Gen X 'hacker' move was taking the 'Bill Me Later' cards from every magazine in the doctor's office and mailing them to your mortal enemy. Peak 1992 chaos.

If you never felt the satisfying 'thunk-thunk' of a manual credit card imprinter, you haven’t lived. It was the only time shopping felt like you were operating heavy machinery.

There is a specific kind of delayed gratification only Gen X understands: Layaway. We didn't 'Add to Cart.' We paid $5 a week for three months just to see that Starter jacket or Umbro Shorts in person by Christmas.

Gen Z thinks 'identity theft' is a digital hack. Please. We grew up in an era where your entire financial life was printed on a carbon copy from a manual 'knuckle-buster' machine. If the clerk didn't press hard enough, you didn't exist.

We are the last generation that will have zero digital evidence of our most embarrassing years. Our mistakes are stored in 'The Vault' (my brain) and nowhere else. It’s a gift.

If you didn't spend at least one Saturday afternoon blowing into a Nintendo cartridge like you were performing CPR, you don't know what real technical troubleshooting is.

I don’t need a digital detox. I spent 1988 sitting in a beanbag chair staring at a wall for three hours because the phone was busy and there was nothing on the three channels we had. I am the zen master of boredom.

There is a specific type of trauma only understood by people who had to untangle a Slinky or rewind a cassette tape with a pencil. We don't need 'stress management' seminars; we’ve already reached the final level of patience.

Every generation thinks they’re the 'rebellious' ones until they realize Gen X grew up with lead paint, no car seats, and a 'survival of the fittest' approach to playground equipment. We aren't tough; we’re just surprised we’re still here.

We are the last generation that will have 'un-Googleable' years. My 20s exist only in grainy 4x6 photos in a shoebox and the fading memories of people who aren't snitches. It’s a luxury.