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Leave us alone — 10 Comments

  1. As another grandad, I totally agree with your post. I have smoked for 60 years and am considered to look at least 10 years younger than my real age, I played 3 games of rugby in one week when Iwas 68 years old. So, I agree with you , fuck off and leave us alone !!

  2. As some wise sage once said:
     
    “Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of  arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body. One should rather arrive by skidding in sideways with a six-pack in one hand a pack of Marlboro in the other, ones body thoroughly used up, totally worn out and screaming WooHoo !”

  3. Imagine the poor buggers who live to 100 if the Queer one gets the Presidency. They’ll all get French Letters. See them screaming WooHoo then…

    I’ve just found out the joy of Grabbing a Granny recently. Mrs. Slab (granny) is’nt impressed.

  4. Albion – As they say here – fair play to ya!  One of these years I must look up the meaning of that…..

    Patrick – Who needs a washboard? 😉

    Mossy – My sentiments exactly.  I intend to die of complete and entire system failure where everything collapses simultaneously.  No organ donations here – every part of me will be worn out and fucked.

    Slab – Granny grabbing?  Granny baiting?  All the fun of old age.

  5. I agree whole-heartedly. I’m a smoker – by choice, I’m a drinker – by choice and I eat whatever appeals to me at the time – by choice.
    The gummint will not and never can influence MY choices in any way whatsoever.

  6. Reminds me of this joke:
     
     

    Mrs. Murphy and Mrs. Cohen had been longtime close friends.But, being old-fashioned, each went to a retirement home of her own respective religion.

    It was not long before Mrs. Murphy felt lonesome for Mrs. Cohen, so one day she asked to be driven to the Jewish Home to visit her old friend.

    When she arrived she was greeted with open arms, hugs, and kisses.

    Mrs. Murphy said, “Don’t be holdin’ back , Mrs. Cohen, how do you like it here?”

    Mrs. Cohen went on and on about the wonderful food, the facility and the caretakers. Then, with a twinkle in her eye, she said, “But the best thing is that I now have a boyfriend.”

    Mrs. Murphy said, “Now isn’t that wonderful! Tell me all about it.”
    Mrs. Cohen said, “After lunch, we go up to my room and sit on the edge of the bed. I let him touch me on the top, and then on the bottom, and then we sing Jewish songs.”

    Mrs. Murphy said, “For sure it’s a blessing. I’m so glad for you, Mrs. Cohen.”

    Mrs. Cohen said, “And how is it with you, Mrs. Murphy?”

    Mrs. Murphy said it was also wonderful at her new facility, and that she also had a boyfriend.

    Mrs. Cohen said, “Good for you! So what do you do?”

    Mrs. Murphy said, “We also go up to my room after lunch and sit on the edge of the bed. I let him touch me on top, and then I let him touch me down below.”

    Mrs. Cohen said, “Yes? And then…?”

    Mrs. Murphy said, “Well, since we don’t know any Jewish songs, we fuck.”

  7. Welcome Bwanamakubwa.  They may not influence your choices but they will do their damnedest to make life as difficult as possible.

    Mossy – Thanks for the chuckle, but I am stumped as to the connection!

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