You're a bunch of damn nursery school kids. Now shutup the lot of you else you won't get your milk money. (Walks away with much cursing and shaking of head. 'By eck, when I were young lad, we'd spend 30 hours a day down coal mine looking for way out like. Kids don't know they're born these days...')
Now, where'd I leave my bloody zimmerframe?
What's that you say; 'grumpy old bastard!'
That reminds me, during the war...
I may look like a mule, but I'm not a complete ass.
For what it's worth, I agree with srod - you kids, geez!!!
FYI, I'm facing my official entry into geezer-hood - I'll be 60 later this year. And my wife (who is turning 53 this month) is already working on the sign for my office door - it says something like "Ubergeezer Control ... we're in charge of ... ... ... something ... ... ... aren't we?"
I'd say you're only as old as you feel but that would make me around 132 this week.
netmaestro wrote:I remember walkin' seven miles to school, pullin' baby sister on the sled, uphill both ways, shovellin' coal into the furnace for the teacher...
Me too. Except we shovelled the teacher into the furnace ..
netmaestro wrote:I remember walkin' seven miles to school, pullin' baby sister on the sled, uphill both ways, shovellin' coal into the furnace for the teacher...
Wow, then you must be really old hehehe
I Stepped On A Cornflake!!! Now I'm A Cereal Killer!