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Thursday, March 15, 2012

I'm An Old Fart

It's official for me.


If you remember when only sailors had tattoos, you are an old fart.
If you remember when civil rights meant equal rights, not reverse discrimination, you are an old fart.
If you’ve never uploaded naked photographs of yourself, you are an old fart.
If you know how to spell, you are an old fart.
If you ever waited to hear your favorite song on the radio, you are an old fart.
If you remember when being radical meant hating the government, rather than relying on it, you are an old fart.


Sally forth and read here. 

H/T Joel

Stephen

23 comments:

  1. I am an old fart then dog gone it....

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    1. I know how you feel, Warlock. Made me tired reading the list. Thanks, Bubba.

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  2. teeheehee...oh dear sweet one...you sure have an old soul for someone who is only 35!

    love always to you my friend,
    kymber

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    1. Buddy - last comment you told me you were turning 35!!! check back on last post!

      your friend,
      u no hoo!

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    2. Dadgumit, sorry, I'm really 33.

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  3. Many of us qualify under these guidelines, and never you mind my age.

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    1. Ah, come on, Rev...bet I'm older...

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  4. Geezz - 34????? Heavy sigh.

    You're old if you stored your shotgun in your school locker so someone didn't steal it out of your car!

    You're old if you actually know what core memory is and actually touched it with your bare hands.

    You're old if your first large scale storage device was an audio cassettee player.

    You're old if one of your wife's best memories was seeing the Beatles in concert on their 2nd tour.

    There's more, but I'm too old to remember! :)

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    1. Good ones, but you forgot you're old when in fact you could leave your shotgun in the trucks rack without fear of it being stolen...thanks, my friend.

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  5. Your old if your teacher from grade school asked to borrow your pocket knife in class to open a box.... and was glad you had one.

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    1. And you know what, I actually had it happen...thanks, Bubba.

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  6. I guess that since one of my earliest memories is listening to Hank Williams Sr. on a crystal radio on the Louisana Hayride would qualify me as an Old Fart?

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    1. Amen, wasn't it fun to make those old crystal radios from kits....

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  7. I was feeling better till you reminded me of what I was.

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    1. Ah, sorry, Bubba...you whippersnapper you.

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  8. Uh oh, I was afraid some of this morning's gas smelled nicely aged, guess I am too.

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    1. Funny, oh Lord....thanks, my friend.

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  9. If you remember when people wrote thank you letters...

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    1. I sure miss our simple and graceful past. Thanks, Miss Rose.

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  10. Stephen the one about tattoos got me except I always said sailors and motorcyclists. When I got mine that's who had them and I thought I was a real rebel. Well now i'm 59 and when I go to the bank to cash my paycheck the teller has one on her wrist. When I go to the Doctor the nurse has one around her ankle and when the school bus picks up my kid in the morning the bus driver has one on her NECK. I never, ever, ever wanted to be like everyone else and now I am. Don

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    1. I with you on this one, Don. Through all my years in the service I never came close to a needle. Never will. Why make a cartoon of your beautiful, though aged skin. Thank you, my friend.

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  11. I'm not all that old, but when I was in high school, we fired shotguns in a class on campus. Sigh. Unbelievably, no one got so much as a scratch that day with all of those guns on campus.

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