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FeaturedPermalink Reply by Craig Henry on -
LOL!
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Permalink Reply by Billy Oneale on
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Good one, Ron
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Permalink Reply by Steve Hanner on
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My Dad is 85 and a pilot!
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FeaturedPermalink Reply by Craig Henry on -
I'm 64 and can't be trusted to drive the car. LOL!
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Permalink Reply by Ron Cooper on
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Please, Steve! Don't tell me that your Dad's Dad is a pilot who just got married because he HAD to! That would be more than I could take, I'm afraid.
Steve Hanner said:My Dad is 85 and a pilot!
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lol@Craig!
I would be tempted to say that you can't even be trusted to RIDE in the car, much less drive it!
Oops! I think I just gave in to temptation? My bad!
Craig Henry said:I'm 64 and can't be trusted to drive the car. LOL!
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FeaturedPermalink Reply by Craig Henry on -
You been talking to Cass?
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lol@your remark, Craig!
No! Just intuitive that way. Ha!
Craig Henry said:You been talking to Cass?
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OK I won't tell you!
Ron Cooper said:Please, Steve! Don't tell me that your Dad's Dad is a pilot who just got married because he HAD to! That would be more than I could take, I'm afraid.
Steve Hanner said:My Dad is 85 and a pilot!
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Bless her heart...
A doctor on his morning walk, noticed the old lady pictured above:,
She was sitting on her front step smoking a cigar, so he walked up to her and said,
“I couldn’t help but notice how happy you look! What is your secret?”
“I smoke ten cigars a day,” she said. “Before I go to bed, I smoke a nice big joint.
Apart from that, I drink a whole bottle of Jack Daniels every week, and eat only junk food.
On weekends, I pop pills, have sex, and I don’t exercise at all.
“That is absolutely amazing! How old are you?”
“Forty,” she replied
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LOL, sounds about right.
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FeaturedPermalink Reply by Craig Henry on -
The Car Keys
Several days ago as I left a meeting at a hotel; I desperately gave myself a personal TSA pat down.
I was looking for my keys. They were not in my pockets. A quick search in the meeting room revealed nothing.
Suddenly I realized I must have left them in the car. Frantically, I headed for the parking lot.
My husband has scolded me many times for leaving the keys in the ignition.
My theory is the ignition is the best place not to lose them.
His theory is that the car will be stolen.
As I burst through the door, I came to a terrifying conclusion.His theory was right. The parking lot was empty.
I immediately called the police. I gave them my location, confessed that I had left my keys in the car, and that it had been stolen.
Then I made the most difficult call of all, "Honey," I stammered; ( I always call him "honey" in times like these.)
"I left my keys in the car and it's been stolen."
There was a period of silence. I thought the call had been dropped, but then I heard his voice.
"Are you kiddin' me", he barked, "I dropped you off"!!!!!!!
Now it was my time to be silent. Embarrassed, I said, "Well, come and get me."
He retorted, "I will, as soon as I convince this cop I didn't steal your car."
Yep it's the golden years.
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