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March 10th, 2015, 05:31 PM
#11
Originally Posted by
Sharon
All part of being old Joe. : ) Someone came up and greeted me at Timmy's today . " SO glad to see you Sharon. Do you remember when...."
I have no idea who it was.
That was me! Little pizzed, gotta say?............................
I’m suspicious of people who don't like dogs, but I trust a dog who doesn't like a person.
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March 10th, 2015 05:31 PM
# ADS
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March 10th, 2015, 06:17 PM
#12
It really hurts when it's a real hot chick who you can't remember....and your wife is with you...
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March 10th, 2015, 08:52 PM
#13
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March 10th, 2015, 10:07 PM
#14
Originally Posted by
terrym
If you can still squeeze a trigger then it doesn't matter.
Well.... with that "technique" she wouldn't outdo him again.[emoji12]
How is it one careless cigarette can cause a forest fire, but it takes a whole box of matches to light a campfire?
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March 11th, 2015, 10:16 AM
#15
Has too much time on their hands
How come you did use your 9mm!!!! Isn't why you got one for????
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March 11th, 2015, 03:48 PM
#16
Originally Posted by
Sharon
All part of being old Joe. : ) Someone came up and greeted me at Timmy's today . " SO glad to see you Sharon. Do you remember when...."
I have no idea who it was.
I had the same thing happen in a grocery store a few weeks back. This very heavy set older gray-haired lady walked up beside me,slipped her arm around my waste and said "Hi,it's been a long,long time since I've seen you. How have you been?" I had to wrack my brains while making small talk to figure out who the h**l she was until she asked "Have you been around our old neighborhood lately?" I said "Which one?" She said "You know where we used to live." Lord thunderin',it was my ex wife. The years were not kind to her,let me tell ya,I felt like an idiot...not that it hadn't been 30 years,mind you. Time really marches on,doesn't it?
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March 11th, 2015, 03:52 PM
#17
" We are more than our gender, skin color, class, sexuality or age; we are unlimited potential, and can not be defined by one label." quote A. Bartlett