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A lot of people yearn to be part of something bigger than themselves, something truly glorious, something that can give their life purpose. Some people climb the corporate ladder, others join the military, and some will selflessly dedicate their life to charity. But deep down, all we truly want is to not only see a really, really deep hole at the beach, but to know that we contributed to making such a big, cool hole in the sand.
Can this be lemmy copypasta?
A lot of people yearn to be part of something bigger than themselves, something truly glorious, something that can give their life purpose. Some people climb the corporate ladder, others join the military, and some will selflessly dedicate their life to charity. But deep down, all we truly want is to not only see a really, really deep hole at the beach, but to know that we contributed to making such a big, cool hole in the sand.
A lot of people yearn to be part of something bigger than themselves, something truly glorious, something that can give their life purpose. Some people climb the corporate ladder, others join the military, and some will selflessly dedicate their life to charity. But deep down, all we truly want is to not only see a really, really deep copypasta on lemmy, but to know that we contributed to making such a big, cool copypasta on lemmy.
I was here~~~~
Pics or it didn’t happen.
Sorry, that’s only one pic. I said pics.
But at least the one pic is real.
I as well…
A lot of people yearn to be part of something bigger than themselves, something truly glorious, something that can give their life purpose. Some people climb the corporate ladder, others join the military, and some will selflessly dedicate their life to charity. But deep down, all we truly want is to not only see a really, really deep hole at the beach, but to know that we contributed to making such a big, cool hole in the sand.
Me too!
A lot of people yearn to be part of something bigger than themselves, something truly glorious, something that can give their life purpose. Some people climb the corporate ladder, others join the military, and some will selflessly dedicate their life to charity. But deep down, all we truly want is to not only see a really, really deep hole at the beach, but to know that we contributed to making such a big, cool hole in the sand.
A lot of people yearn to be part of something bigger than themselves, something truly glorious, something that can give their life purpose. Some people climb the corporate ladder, others join the military, and some will selflessly dedicate their life to charity. But deep down, all we truly want is to not only see a really, really deep copypasta on lemmy, but to know that we contributed to making such a big, cool copypasta on lemmy.
A lot of people yearn to be part of something bigger than themselves, something truly glorious, something that can give their life purpose. Some people climb the corporate ladder, others join the military, and some will selflessly dedicate their life to charity. But deep down, all we truly want is to not only see a really, really deep hole at the beach, but to know that we contributed to making such a big, cool hole in the sand.
I was fortunate to be involved in such an endeavour when I was a kid. Complete strangers, very little talking, we knew our job, we got in there and got the job done.
Doing God’s work
How’d you guys know it was done?
You all stop, look at the hole, and collectively have that feeling of it being done. There’s no need for words. You came together, you dug a hole, now to go back to your separate vacations/lives and think back wistfully on the better days in the hole.
It’s just done when it’s done, or when mom calls for you to go home.
Our forefathers had the great wars.
We have sandholes.
The children, they yearn for the mines
This is why children are called minors.
Its because the children yearn for the mines.
💀
LOL, I’m 52 and I’d be all over this.
“What y’all doin’?”
“Making a hole.”
“Why?”
“No reason.”
“Got another shovel?”
“Why”
This right here shows you’re 52.
I used to live in Louisiana and had a friend with a house on one of the enormous lakes there. I was hanging out there one day when he decided to move a big slab of steel-sided building that had been lying in the water there for years. He wasn’t doing anything productive with it, just wanted it moved 30 or 40 feet to one side, so he hopped into the water with his snorkel-equipped ATV and started fucking with it a little bit. Within ten minutes or so, about 15 of his neighbors had shown up in their snorkel-equipped ATVs (without being called or anything communicative like that) and started “helping”, which amounted to everybody randomly nudging the slab from all sides without budging it even an inch. Eventually they gave up and drank beer.
Thus the true meaning behind the phrase boys will be boys
Women want to know what we want, when it is really this simple, a hole, some shovels, and the boys.
And cool sticks
Reminds me of that Irish hole that the news thought was a meteor strike, when it was in fact just made by some lads the day before for the hell of it.
Sometimes guys just wanna dig a random hole. Peak “boys will be boys” right here.
To be clear, the text in the bottom half of this meme is 100% accurate, though rarely, if ever, spoken out loud. When you approached The Hole, you’d briefly exchange glances with the other diggers, they’d nod, silently acknowledging a new ally and, without a word, affirming “you know what to do.”
I feel like this was at the age before you learnt how to interact with strangers… or perhaps before you temporarily forgot how to.
Probably the latter. Back then making a new friend was as easy as walking up to the other kid and just joining in. You like Hot Wheels? I also like Hot Wheels.
Making friends as an adult is awkward as hell, even if you share the same interests. “I had fun and would like to hang out with you again, but asking another grown ass man you just met for their contact info is a strange and terrifying concept.”
Growing up in a village, we did this sometimes near a pond. Instead of sand, it was soft clay. It was fun to see it fill up with water when it got deep enough.
This is MY hole!! It’s meant for MEEE
Great story
Boys? Don’t dig deeper than you are tall, ok? Sand can fall in on itself. If it’s up to your neck, we dig you out. If it’s over your head, we don’t get to come to the beach again.
Got that, boys? Okay. Grab a spade.
Jokes on y’all, I’m 6’4" XD keep digging
I’m pretty sure we reached the water after about 4’
Just keep making it wider as well as taller.
2 weeks later, the hole has stairs carved out of the relief of the wall, children wearing hard hats are calling up to their parents asking for 5 for minutes at the beach.
Parents: Have you seen my boys?
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The hole must be dug deeper. DEEPER.
Rock and stone?
We dig, for rock and sand
ROCK AND STONE to the bone!
