Could well have been a bad year for many things, but Contrary to the adverts, a VERY bad year for beer. The legend goes that in this tragic year someone took a slash in a bottle, and a poor peasant with no taste buds found it and proclaimed it to be beer, from then on the bloke who'd pissed in it in the first place decided he was on to a nice little earner...
Moronic advert narrator: '1664, a bad year for composing, a good year for beer'
Me: 'LIAR!'
When you're checking out a girl from behind you can see her legs, her arse and her hair. She looks like a 16-year-old. She turns around and you realise she's actually 64. You have to wash your eyes out with soap.
Loosely connected to Kronenberg 1664's 'a bad year for composing a good year for beer' adverts. Not sure how though...
'Mate - check out that bird she's...oh my god!!!'
'Yeah - 1664 syndrome, never mind'
When you're checking out a girl from behind you can see her legs, her arse and her hair. She looks like a 16-year-old. She turns around and you realise she's actually 64. You have to wash your eyes out with soap.
Loosely connected to Kronenberg 1664's 'a bad year for composing a good year for beer' adverts. Not sure how though...
'Mate - check out that bird she's...oh my god!!!'
'Yeah - 1664 syndrome, never mind'
The grindset is a contemporary ideology of self-exploitation disguised as strength, deeply tied to the aesthetics of the “sigma male” and to new digital forms of patriarchy. It promotes the idea that human worth depends on productivity, economic success, absolute emotional control, and the ability to work endlessly, turning vulnerability, rest, community, and tenderness into signs of weakness. Beneath its rhetoric of discipline and power often lies a profound inability to relate healthily to pain, fragility, and human interdependence.
“That’s the grindset, brother. While weak men sleep and complain, sigma males stay disciplined, work in silence, suppress emotions, and build power while everyone else wastes time chasing comfort.”