Posted on 07/09/2010 12:14:40 PM PDT by RaceBannon
Just wait until women start to open the doors....... for YOU.
Now that’s funny!
I do too but I'll be damned if I can remember where I store them......I'll have to check the tool box in the basement, I found one of my socks in there one day.
You can always go with my hubby’s motto: You’re only as old as the woman you feel.
You’re my age - - so no, you’re not old.
50 is the new 30 (I keep telling myself that as I pop more Ibuprofen).
Take the discount!! The extra pennies you save with your discount will help offset the national debt by $00.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000079%.
ROTFLOL. Poor baby. Life stinks don’t it?
The first senior discount is always the hardest.
that happened twice today at the hospital!!
I went to pay a bill, and TWICE some woman opened the door for me!
Gosh, I was hoping they were flirting, they were in THEIR 40’s...(sobbing hysterically)
Don’t vex me, Frank!!
Carol Kane, The Ghost of Christmas Present - Scrooged
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jtZM_i2fSV8/R1BSdBk1VkI/AAAAAAAABHg/cjeRxZSSov0/s320/Scrooged.jpg
Tatt, ever the clueless image poster : /
Just like the government social security discount they took!
Ten years ago, when I was 41 years old, the Granddaughter of the golf course owner gave me a Senior Discount. I told her I was not a senior yet but, since she was a teenager she did not know the difference and insisted, so I took it.
Oh well!
Except for a couple of bouncy years in my 30’s, I really believe that every adult year has been better than the last. I don’t look so good; but I feel so great!
Well I’ll vow!
I remember when I met my dear wife's nephew (I think he was around 8 or 9 at the time). Smarty pants knew she was eight years older than I, and he figured he had a nuclear bomb to use on poor Auntie. Well, she found out and told me in advance.
Sure enough, he popped up with, "Guess what? Aunt XXXXX is XX years old!"
Without missing a beat, I looked at him and said, "Well that means she'll probably croak years before I do, and that means I'll get all her stuff!"
He was not happy that I'm getting all of her stuff....lol
Wait ‘til “they” start STEALING from you. Even if you are a man, they STILL steal from you.
Here’s a story about a woman who’s very existance was being stolen:
You’ve heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves.
My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. I went to sleep and woke up with someone else’s thighs. It was just that quick.
The replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal. Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine? I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans. And then the thieves struck again.
My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier. But my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my original! I realized I’d have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts.
Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary - my body was being replaced one section at a time. What could they do to me next?
When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck, I decided to tell my story. Women of the world wake up and smell the coffee! Those ‘plastic’ surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts - stolen from you and me! The next time someone you know has something ‘lifted’, look again - was it lifted from you?
THIS IS NOT A HOAX. This is happening to women everywhere every night. WARN YOUR FRIENDS!
P. S. Last year I thought someone had stolen my Boobs. I was lying in bed and they were gone! But when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.
We can’t all age as wonderful as you, Anna baby!
there’s a sexual innuendo in that phrase somewhere...
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