You young rascals don't know how good you have it. Boy back when I was a boy, we didn't have umpteen songs on a music player the size of a credit card, no siree bob. We had to play audio cassettes and pray that the dang darned radio didn't chew them up, yessir. You whippersnappers have no clue. And videogames, let me tell you what. We didn't have excellent graphics no sir. The good guy was a circle, the bad guy was a box, and if you were lucky you might be able to shoot things at the box. By craggy. And game controlers didn't look like no spaceships in my day. You had a stick and a button. Move the stick, and mash the button. The rest was up to you. No cheat codes, no sir. You had to rely on instinct and raw guts back then. No room for pansys. If you didn't jump at the right time to grab the rope, the damn aligator ate you!! And there wasn't no whining about it! If we threw our controlers down, our parents would whip us with a peach tree limb. You respected your property back then. Money don't grow on trees you know. And saving....HA, don't get me started on saving. When you wanted to beat a game, you finished what you started. There was no mamby pamby shutting the game off on level one and playing it later. You had to beat the game for hours and hope your console didn't accidently reset on you. Why....(cough,weeeeeeeze,cough) we didn't aint even have no pause button till 1984!!!! We couldn't even pause the game to pee, no sir. Thems were hard times yessir. You youngins couldn't game back in my day.
Now............go fetch granpa his Ben Gay! Preachin at you hooligans is givin me a backache.