You don't know struggle unless you ate this cereal...

[labrokejames]

Don't see this one much anymore, but we used to drink this all the time at my aunts house back in the day. This shyt had such an awkward taste and you could never tell how old it was or how long it had been in the fridge.

 

[labrokejames]

Also used to rock F-Adidas with 4 stripes.

 

[Ego Noir]

Y'all in here talking about Ramen noddles with boiled hot dogs and ketchup for dinner. That wasn't a struggle it's just that y'all ratchet ass mammas couldn't cook that you was out there eating that garbage

 

[Steve Piffler]

 

[Rarely-Wrong Liggins]

+

+

stolen borrowed from the gas station

Noodles and franks!

With ketchup though.

 

[sanityovar8ted]

Oooooooo I spamember them

 

[Rarely-Wrong Liggins]

So we just gomna completely forget about

Or that juice that came in the metal can that no one ever opened all the way...just used the can opener to poke a hole in that bytch. Wish I could find a pic of it

Railroad engineers and conductors would throw these out of the window as they passed when we shout water or juice. Couldn't imagine today's modern CACs sharing water or inviting young kids from the hood onto the trains to ride along or blow the horn. I miss the 90s. I miss Southern Pacific.

 

[patscorpio]

Oh... and how many of y'all parents saved cooking oil? Ol' fried chicken tasting like fish a$$ niccas.

my mother did this...and the stuff she fried with always tasted banging so i copied that habit...my senior year in undergrad my dorm had a full kitchen so i ditched my meal plan (and got a bigger refund in the process :king)...i made fried chicken and biscuits for my roommates (white) one evening with the oil that i saved from a previous fry...they were all like over it..until some of them saw me cleaning up in the kitchen and pour the frying oil back into the glass jar..they were like "pat what the fukk are you doing?" ..i told them what it was..and they were "thats disgusting throw that shyt out"...i was like leave that shyt alone..a month later i go to use it again and i saw it was missing from the spot i stored it in...they threw it out ..i had to scream on them for that bullshyt

 

[Lucky_Lefty]

strictly for my downsouth brehs....was it me or did Winn Dixie have the best non brand name sweets...them mu'fukkin pack of Big 60 cookies...

 

[NoMoreWhiteWoman2020]

i remember when i used to get them stamps,
steamed shrimp and crab legs every friday

worst struggle meal i have had though is sardines and rice

there is no bigger struggle than a white lessbian thanksgiving dinner though
kale everywhere

 

[Lucky_Lefty]

apparently Boo Berry had a toxic chemical in them that gave them that shade....but that mf milk after its been sittin in the milk for like 5 min tho

 

[sanityovar8ted]

• 

• I remember them alpha bits trynna spell my name out

 

[Azul]

This thread reminds me of a story with my brother.

Growing up in an African household with frugal African parents, we knew all about struggle jeans, shoes, food, etc. My brother went through his struggle WAY more than I did. My brother learned from a young age to charm people into giving him tips from the lil' jobs he worked (bagging groceries, delivering papers). As a result, started buying a lot of his clothes from the time he was like 13.

Its 1994. For his sixteenth birthday, all he wanted was an NBA leather bomber jacket (with the logos). That was all he wanted. Of course our mom was like but our uncle said no problem since it meant a lot to him.

He comes by the house and calls for him.

"I have something for you! Open it."

"Aww man uncle thanks so much man"

He opens the box, and I swear to God this man bought my brother a fake leather jacket with a bootleg ass basketball on the back. Imagine this

with this on the back

I saw one tear drop fall down his cheek. Now, my big bro was usually very respectful towards adults and just laid back....but this time there was a different look in his eye. He looks up at my uncle who still has the took on his face and says

"What is this?"
"What is what?
"What is this shyt? I didn't fukkin' ask for this." I asked for ONE GOTDAMN THING AND YOU COULDN'T GET IT RIGHT! I DON'T WANT THIS shyt!

He throws it to the ground.

I'm likecause I'm thinkin' this nikka bout to die. My uncle was so stunned he just got up and walked out. Our grandmother cursed him to the high heavens though. Surprisingly, he didn't get in trouble at all. I guess our parents understood that everyone has a breaking point

 

[sanityovar8ted]

Has anybody besides me ever had hoe cakes? Theyre pancakes made out of corn meal b4 yall take it somewhere else.

 

[sanityovar8ted]

This thread reminds me of a story with my brother.

Growing up in an African household with frugal African parents, we knew all about struggle jeans, shoes, food, etc. My brother went through his struggle WAY more than I did. My brother learned from a young age to charm people into giving him tips from the lil' jobs he worked (bagging groceries, delivering papers). As a result, started buying a lot of his clothes from the time he was like 13.

Its 1994. For his sixteenth birthday, all he wanted was an NBA leather bomber jacket (with the logos). That was all he wanted. Of course our mom was like but our uncle said no problem since it meant a lot to him.

He comes by the house and calls for my him.

"I have something for you! Open it.

"Aww man uncle thanks so much man"

He opens the box, and I swear to God this man bought my brother a fake leather jacket with a bootleg ass basketball on the back. Imagine this

with this on the back

I saw one tear drop fall down his cheek. Now, my big bro was usually very respectful towards adults and just laid back....but this time there was a different look in his eye. He looks up at my uncle who still has the took on his face and says

"What is this?"
"What is what?
"What is this shyt? I didn't fukkin' ask for this." I asked for ONE GOTDAMN THING AND YOU COULDN'T GET IT RIGHT! I DON'T WANT THIS shyt!

He throws it to the ground.

I'm likecause I'm thinkin' this nikka bout to die. My uncle was so stunned he just got up and walked out. Our grandmother cursed him to the high heavens though. Surprisingly, he didn't get in trouble at all. I guess our parents understood that everyone has a breaking point

lollllll thats like me wanting a Charlotte hornets starter jacket for christmas and I ended up with a quilted knock off I was so mf mad, but what was I gone do?