...if only I'd had a bit more foresight, I could have checked out ten years ago in a big ball of flaming Porsche. It would have been so dramatic; children would have strewn flower petals, grown men would have wept.
Now I have to stick it out to the end of the show so I can see how it ends. Le sigh.
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In Valor There Is Hope.
Life begins at 50, you young wippersnapper
And let a decade of idjits go unsnarked at?
That would have been A Crime.
You know both Women and Whiskey get better with age!!!
You posted this at 5 PM on your birthday.
Please tell me that, at this point, there was at least one bottle of good IPA already emptied.
You're worth celebrating.
Why yes, there was a Ruination that had gone mysteriously missing. I was preparing to send another one to look for it. :)
Should send a search party.
Happy Birthday!!!
Two days after mine :)
Keith
And I hit 65 last week. Just gives me the opportunity to be even more of a snarley old reprobate.
Be well, young thing!
OldeForce
Well, Happy Birthday again. I hope you're planning to stick around with us for a few decades more to see how it all turns out.
Seriously, hope you had a good day, Tam.
Congrats on another trip 'round the sun!
Well, I expect you will still make grown men cry... and flower pettles ain't what they are cracked up to be.
Now, if they strew .44 mag cartridges in your path... THAT would be something!
29 fodder!
Tam, I for one am glad you are here!
TANSTAAFL...
How can we become wiser unless we grow older? I am 49 and sometimes when I get up I feel like I'm 69, especially in my hands and knees, but I would not want to be 10, 20 or 30 years younger, unless I could keep what I have learned in my measly 49 years of life. Without the pain of learning, I know that I would repeat the same mistakes over and over again.
"The right to buy weapons is the right to be free" - A. E. Van Vogt
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