you know yer gettin' old

[Savage]

I tell you what's not hot. Bat wings on a hot day. You know what I mean.

Dude! Thank the old fart. At least their arm flab provides shade. Huddle 'neath the flesh.

[mistah willies]

You know yer gettin' old when you are still atop the dirt and can take a sip. I think I want my casket to be filled with booze.


Wait.

I'm going to be cremated.

Heh, that would be interesting

[Savage]

When the funeral homes send you solicitations three times a week, and you start thinking, aw, shit. Why should my little angels have to worry about how to dispose of my carcass? I'm thinking, compost heap. Go Green!

[Savage]

Scary thing is, I live where there are couples that are highlighted in the paper for having been married for seventy-five or eighty years , and it's no big thing. Seriously? Geez, I remember when it was a big deal if you made it to ninety or one hundred years of age, single, because your spouse had long since died. And even then, you were insensible and drooling on your napkin and piddling in your diaper. Now, you're more likely to be hitting the casino and dancing with a younger (say, fifty years old) man, and winning big at the slots--since you divorced that Don Draper when you were both fortyish.

[beerkegbilly]

Your go to a bar a 200 pm and leave at 700 pm before the young kids come in

[Savage]

When your Aspergers widowed eighty-five year old dad has a life about as interesting as yours.
When making potato salad or a chocolate cake is an event.
When cleaning out your file drawers satisfies you in a deep down way.

When you walk the staircases instead of taking the elevator, counting every step and start from scratch when you miss-count just because you got the time for it.
When there are more pickles in your patato salad than actual potatos because an old person should atleast taste something.

Okay, now you are channeling Grumpy (aged 63) He prefers a ratio of three pickles per one potato in his salad. (shudder)

[Fast Cast]

When your Aspergers widowed eighty-five year old dad has a life about as interesting as yours.
When making potato salad or a chocolate cake is an event.
When cleaning out your file drawers satisfies you in a deep down way.

When you walk the staircases instead of taking the elevator, counting every step and start from scratch when you miss-count just because you got the time for it.
When there are more pickles in your patato salad than actual potatos because an old person should atleast taste something.

Okay, now you are channeling Grumpy (aged 63) He prefers a ratio of three pickles per one potato in his salad. (shudder)

I prefer the pickle in my Dickel.

[mountainmanMao]

When your son who was once a prodigy 10 year old bartender can now almost legally drink. Just one more week.
I can't believe he introduced himself as a second generation drunkard.

[Savage]

And people thought we were terrible parents because our diapered toddlers would bring us beers. Damn. I mean, Grumpy didn't teach the little ones how to mix a perfect martini until they were six.

[mistah willies]

I just think it is friggin epic that there is a Modern Drunkard Dynasty here on the MDM Forums.


Hells yes.


Damn fine, and welcome aboard, indeed, young sailor with the good skills you have.