This is what's great about getting old. I'll read this, forget all of the information and go see the movie. I will enjoy it, half way through the movie I'll forget what the plot is, get confused and go to the parking lot and try to find my car by holding my keys over my head and pushing the panic button until my alarm goes off. Which will scare the hell out of me, and I will think it is a cop, because I already have one arm up. I bring the other hand up and get on the ground, hands behind my back. Then I will fall asleep. The next morning I will find my car, a mere three feet away. I get inside and discover the battery has somehow died, so I call a tow company. After an hour, for some reason, a tow truck shows up and a man starts running toward my car. He's screaming, so I lock the windows and hide in the back seat. I never realize that I've set myself on fire from the cigarette I forgot that I'd lit twenty minutes ago.
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyQuite so, and by the time they put their chest out, their stomach in, their nose to the grindstone, their shoulder to the wheel, their back into it, their best foot forward, and their troubles behind them, they are so contorted that they can't move. As they say in some parts of England, "There's nowt so queer as folks"
Part of the trouble with people...
Part of the trouble with people is that their noses are often too long; their patience is generally too short;
their raw emotions are as volatile, proportionately, as their egos are fragile; and yet they're still lovable.
😉
Originally posted by schakuhrHA!
This is what's great about getting old. I'll read this, forget all of the information and go see the movie. I will enjoy it, half way through the movie I'll forget what the plot is, get confused and go to the parking lot and try to find my car by holding my keys over my head and pushing the panic button until my alarm goes off. Which will scare the hell out ...[text shortened]... that I've set myself on fire from the cigarette I forgot that I'd lit twenty minutes ago.
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyOccasionally, I forget about my belly button. I know this sounds odd, but, really, how often do you think about the little guy? As a result, he rarely gets a good cleaning. In fact, about all he can count on is that some soap will drift its way down and give him a mild rinsing out.
Part of the trouble with people...
Part of the trouble with people is that their noses are often too long; their patience is generally too short;
their raw emotions are as volatile, proportionately, as their egos are fragile; and yet they're still lovable.
😉
Over time, my belly button will build up a terrible and loathsome funk. This is most disturbing when sitting on the couch eating a bowl of cereal and watching Saturday morning cartoons and detect a malodorous pong. You lean over and give the baby a sniff, nope, dog, nope, cereal, nope, belly button, good God almighty!
A brisk scrubbing deals with the problem handily, but, Christ, is it too much to ask that I occasionally soap the little guy up with a wet rag from time to time?
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Originally posted by Hand of HecateEspecially since that little fella's ligation marks the dates on which all of our resumes began.
Occasionally, I forget about my belly button. I know this sounds odd, but, really, how often do you think about the little guy? As a result, he rarely gets a good cleaning. In fact, about all he can count on is that some soap will drift its way down and give him a mild rinsing out.
Over time, my belly button will build up a terrible and loathsom ...[text shortened]... it too much to ask that I occasionally soap the little guy up with a wet rag from time to time?
Originally posted by Hand of HecateMy question is:
Occasionally, I forget about my belly button. I know this sounds odd, but, really, how often do you think about the little guy? As a result, he rarely gets a good cleaning. In fact, about all he can count on is that some soap will drift its way down and give him a mild rinsing out.
Over time, my belly button will build up a terrible and loathsom ...[text shortened]... it too much to ask that I occasionally soap the little guy up with a wet rag from time to time?
Is it too freaking much to ask, for a "rolling eyes" smiley???
Originally posted by Grampy BobbyPart of the trouble with people is that there is a growing number who have no sene of personal responsibility for their actions. Example they buy a home they really can't afford using a adjustable rate mortgage thinking they will never see the rate go up . When it does and they can't pay, they want society or the government to bail them out.
Part of the trouble with people...
Part of the trouble with people is that their noses are often too long; their patience is generally too short;
their raw emotions are as volatile, proportionately, as their egos are fragile; and yet they're still lovable.
😉
Other examples of this but this one is is current.
Originally posted by SMSBear716Perhaps they should just live in tents, and that would solve the problem!
Part of the trouble with people is that there is a growing number who have no sene of personal responsibility for their actions. Example they buy a home they really can't afford using a adjustable rate mortgage thinking they will never see the rate go up . When it does and they can't pay, they want society or the government to bail them out.
Other examples of this but this one is is current.