Saving these for when I’m over seventy, but who cares?
Hmmm...
When I was in my 70’s, I was just as young as I was at 50... Physically & mentally...
It’s when you get into your 80’s that age can begin to creep in...
However, I am still looking forward as I roll up on 88 in 3-months...
Then, when Harris is elected to her second term, I can start bitching about being in my 90’s...
I lack 2 years being 70, I past being pensive (a good time ago).
I advise laying it on heavy and the more the push back the more brutal the diatribe.
I turned 70 earlier this year.
I was the last passenger getting aboard a crowded flight back to Florida recently. As I was man-handling my carry-on into the overhead bin, a very attractive woman in her thirties asked me in a loud voice if I would swap with her husband.
I knew she meant the assigned seats, but I answered her anyway, “Sure, Honey. But who gets custody of the kids?”
The cabin erupted in laughter so loud that they had to stop the pre-flight announcements. Her husband was less than pleased but even she had to smile.
Well...when you’re 70, who cares. )
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Forwarded...
Biden: When America goes to shlt and my family and I have stolen so much money and acted stupid all my life to be a great role model for my son Hunter... who cares, I’m over 70!
I heard those jokes for “people” over 80...still funny and who cares? Thanks for the humor reminder.
I saw a post the other day of a business billboard. It said.
“A large nose is not an excuse to go maskless.
I will wear pants.”
SOME OF US, FOR VARIOUS REASONS, HIT THE “WHO CARES?” PHASE OF LIFE SOONER THAN OTHERS.
I’M IN MY EARLY 30’S(A LONG TIME AGO) SITTING AT THE BAR IN THE IMPERIAL HOTEL IN ABERDEEN SCOTLAND. I’M WORKING AS A SATURATION DIVER IN (LITERALLY) THE NORTH SEA FOR THE OIL COMPANIES. I’VE JUST COME IN FROM A 92 DAY TOUR AT SEA (MUCH TOO LONG, BUT YOU DON’T MAKE MONEY ON THE BEACH). JUST HALF THE RACK ON MY HEAD BREAKS EVERY BOONE AND CROCKETT RECORD (FOR THOSE WHO KNOW WHAT THAT IS).
SO I’M HAVING A DRINK AND THIS GOOD LOOKING SCOTTISH LASS SITS BESIDE ME AND WE STRIKE UP A CONVERSATION. WE’RE GETTING ALONG GREAT, LAUGHING AND JOKING LIKE WE WERE OLD FRIENDS. WELL THAT’S NATURAL ‘CAUSE I’M YOUNG, GOOD LOOKIN’AND G-D’S GIFT TO WOMEN (SARC, OF COURSE).
AFTER ABOUT 10-15 MINUTES SHE ASKS ME IF I HAVE A ROOM UPSTAIRS. SURPRISED, I TELL HER “YES”. SHE ASKS IF I’D LIKE TO GO THERE WITH HER. WELL WHY SHOULDN’T SHE ASK THAT??? I AM, AFTER ALL, IRRESISTIBLE AREN’T I? BEFORE I COULD ANSWER SHE SAYS, “IT’LL ONLY COST YOU 30POUNDS”. RIGHT UP TO THAT VERY MOMENT IT NEVER DAWNED ON ME THAT SHE WAS A HOOKER...I WAS JUST BASKING IN IRRESISTIBLY.
I LEANED BACK AND LOOKED HER OVER. IT’S NOT LIKE SHE WAS A GIFT HORSE! 30LBS. WAS ABOUT $60 BUCKS IN THOSE DAYS, SO I LOOKED HER OVER AND SMILED...AND SHE SMILED
AND I SAID, “NAH, YER NOT WORTH 30 LBS.”
NOW TO ALL YOU YOUNG FELLAS READING THESE PAGES TO GLEAN SOME INSIGHTS ON LIFE FROM WE OLDER, EXPERIENCED, LIVED LIFE, “WHO CARES” CURMUDGEONS, I’LL TELL YOU THIS, YOU CAN TELL A HOOKER ANYTHING YOU WANT TO GET RID OF HER. TELL ‘ER YA GOT AIDS, OR YOU’RE A HOMOSEXUAL, OR YOU’RE IMPOTENT, OR A PEDOPHILE OR GOT IT ALL SHOT OFF IN THE WAR, BUT NEVER, NEVER, TELL A HOOKER, SHE AIN’T WORTH THE MONEY!
GOOD THING I WAS YOUNG, STRONG, AND HAD GOOD REFLEXES.
I’VE HAD MEN TRY TO KILL ME YET ATTACK WITH LESS FEROCITY THAN THAT HOOKER SCORNED! TOOK ALL I HAD TO MAKE IT THROUGH THAT! SO IF YA WANT TO MAKE IT TO THAT “WHO CARES?’ STAGE OF LIFE, OR EVEN IF YER IN IT NOW, NEVER TELL A HOOKER SHE AIN’T WORTH THE MONEY! WE AIN’T AS QUICK AND STRONG AS WE USED TO BE...BUT PERHAPS LIFE HAS TAUGHT US TO CARE JUST THIS LITTLE BIT.
IT SURE TAUGHT ME.
LMAO