When I was about 8 or 9 years old, I envisioned what my life would look like by the time I was 25. What I would have. Who I would know. The milestones I would hit and achievements I would attain. Stuff like that.
I’m now about to turn 24, and have hit the crushing disappointment and reality that none of these will likely happen in the next year, or they just flat out don’t even exist. My adolescent self assumed I’d be a multi-multi-millionaire (or billionaire) by this point, I guess. And that everything from the year 1998 would still be cool. Oh well. A kid can dream.
the Prowler, hah.
Who the fuck dreams of having a Chrysler Prowler
It was the Plymouth Prowler. And it was awesome.
Actually it was both but its fine. Still. My dad had one. And holy shit did that car suck.
It’s like the weekend vehicle for people that already own a pt cruiser.
I wouldn’t wish that vehicle on my worst enemy.
The 90′s were weird
26. My own living space with no parents.
Dunkaroos were the shit.
Were? Dunkaroos still are the shit. I had a pack last week.
BLANK CHECK!!!!
That movie is the fucking best…the epitome of the American dream.
if you wanna be bummed then look that kid up. It looks like he started doing drugs immediantly after the movie was released.
I definitely have Pringles and Gushers in my pantry. Livin’ the dream.
I’m probably further away from #24 than almost all of the rest of these…. PGP?
You’re profile needs the “neither, nor” treatment.
I’m sorry for being “that guy”.
#17 is still possible, right? Please…
0 for 25. Awesome.
At least I’m close on #11… Still have an empty fridge though…