I remember...

I remember when I could fill up the gas tank for less than a days wages…

I remember when time clocks were punched, not swiped…

I remember when getting to third base was not, as sports guy of ESPN.com page 2 said, a threesome that was not filmed…

I remember when the conversation was “Oh I taped that last night, I will make you a copy” not “Its on my DVR, I will email you the file”…

I remember when porn was either found in discarded magazines, national geographic, or a seedy video store back room, behind beaded curtains…

I remember when 2 women having sex was taboo…

I remember when TV guide was a book of TV shows, not a website…

I remember when a website was where spiders hung out…

I remember when college students looked like adults, not kids…

I remember when girls hung out at the mall, dressed like girls, not hookers…

I remember when going to the mall was a good way to spend a Friday night…

I remember when talking on the phone required you to lean against the wall in the kitchen, trying to keep your voice down, and being tethered by a cord.

I remember when entertainment was a bottle of Boon’s Strawberry Hill and a Nintendo

I remember text messages being on a piece of paper, folded like origami…

I remember when a druggie was someone that smoked pot…

I remember when the funniest word ever being “fart”…

I remember when going out to dinner meant McDonalds…

I remember when I thought these I remember things were written by old farts.