You know you are getting old when:

[jamespowers]

If you did, it would look more like this:

lol

There you go! lol lol lol Stench and dope smoke intermingled.

 

[jamespowers]

I took the liberty of adding holes to reduce the stench...

Junk mail! :rofl:

 

[Zombie_61]

Junk mail! :rofl:

I wouldn't sign for it if I were you.

 

[jamespowers]

I wouldn't sign for it if I were you.

Return to send:
http://youtu.be/PU5xxh5UX4U

 

[Zombie_61]

Return to send:
http://youtu.be/PU5xxh5UX4U

Yeeaaahhhh...you can keep that too.

 

[GHT]

Oh, my god, that story nearly gave me a heart attack. Little kids think of some crazy stuff.

Crazy indeed, there were some serious repercussions from that incident. Local traders were warned about selling fireworks to the underage. This was pre-supermarket days, so there were lots of small traders back then. I remember it wasn't only fireworks that were sold to children; cigarettes were another underage commodity. We had some strange age related laws in the 50's. You had to be 21 to vote, that's now 18, you could buy alcohol at 18, that's still the same, but more than a few eighteen year olds have come unstuck in Florida, not knowing that their law is 21 before you can purchase alcohol. Our age of consent, has been 16, for as long as I can remember. Anyone who has sex with someone under that age, even consensual, automatically commits: "Statutory rape."

Bomb making aside, children don't seem to be exposed to risk anymore. Probably because I have no kids, I have lost touch with everyday life that centres around the children. For example, I was surprised that my neighbour wouldn't dream of allowing her son to catch a bus on his own, he's 11. I was doing that at 7 years old. And, like most people in the UK in the 50's, we never had a landline phone, so I couldn't even phone home to say I was safe. We were however, well tutored in risk, speaking to strangers wasn't exactly banned but we knew about exercising caution. Getting into the car of someone you didn't know was totally forbidden, and to this day I remember, whilst waiting at the bus stop, on my way to visit grandmother, a driver, in his 30's offered me a lift. Despite the inclement weather I declined. "But it's raining," he reasoned. "No thank you," I replied, backing away further. He just shrugged and drove off. I wonder what today's parents would have made of 50's children. Out in all weathers, making their own amusement and entertainment. Swinging on a precarious rope, out over a swollen river, riding ramshackle bicycles that they had put together themselves and knocking on neighbour's doors, then running away. No wonder your heartbeat was quickening, Sheeplady.

 

[Zombie_61]

...I remember it wasn't only fireworks that were sold to children; cigarettes were another underage commodity...

In this age in which there are any number of self-appointed "watchdog" groups attempting to "save" today's children, in retrospect it does seem strange that there was a time when parents could send their children to the corner store to buy cigarettes, and the store owners would happily sell them to those children without giving it a second thought or being concerned that they would become the target of a lawsuit or other punitive action.

...Bomb making aside, children don't seem to be exposed to risk anymore. Probably because I have no kids, I have lost touch with everyday life that centres around the children. For example, I was surprised that my neighbour wouldn't dream of allowing her son to catch a bus on his own, he's 11. I was doing that at 7 years old...We were however, well tutored in risk, speaking to strangers wasn't exactly banned but we knew about exercising caution. Getting into the car of someone you didn't know was totally forbidden, and to this day I remember, whilst waiting at the bus stop, on my way to visit grandmother, a driver, in his 30's offered me a lift. Despite the inclement weather I declined. "But it's raining," he reasoned. "No thank you," I replied, backing away further. He just shrugged and drove off...

I had these same experiences growing up in southern California; I suspect they might be more common than I had considered.

My Mom didn't drive, so we rode buses everywhere when Dad was at work. Our street was one of the routes used and, since the house was right next to the local commercial railroad route, the bus had to stop right in front of our house in accordance with local safety laws and regulations. For as long as I can remember I thought nothing of taking a bus to wherever I wanted to go, and can't recall ever being concerned for my own safety.

I also had my own encounter with a predatory "good samaritan". I was waiting for a bus on a different route on a rainy day when a man pulled up and asked where I was going, and we had an identical conversation. "Oh, yeah, I'm going that way, I'll give you a ride. C'mon, it's raining..." and so on. After I had convinced him that I would not get into his car willingly he drove off, made a u-turn two blocks down the road, and stopped at the bus stop across the street. :suspicious: After striking out again, he drove off in the direction from which he'd come. Even at a young age I knew enough to listen to that "little voice" that warned me when something was not quite right.

 

[Stearmen]

In this age in which there are any number of self-appointed "watchdog" groups attempting to "save" today's children, in retrospect it does seem strange that there was a time when parents could send their children to the corner store to buy cigarettes, and the store owners would happily sell them to those children without giving it a second thought or being concerned that they would become the target of a lawsuit or other punitive action.

Don't forget when you could buy a Playboy, and say it was for your Dad! Of course, today they have the internet, and see things I never dreamed about, or wanted to. Who was luckier?

 

[GHT]

Of course, today they have the internet, and see things I never dreamed about, or wanted to.

When I first got the internet, on good old dial-up, showing off to my wife that I knew what the search facility was all about, I told her that I would find a swingtime event for us to go to.

I typed swing into the search box. Next thing I knew, the screen became full of fornicating couples, no lists of websites, just copulation. My shout of anguish must have resonated with my lady, she was standing right behind me, her hands on my shoulders. She bent her torso right over so that her head was almost upsidedown. "See," she said, "I told you that position was possible!"

We laughed at that but what a way to learn.

 

[jamespowers]

When I first got the internet, on good old dial-up, showing off to my wife that I knew what the search facility was all about, I told her that I would find a swingtime event for us to go to.

I typed swing into the search box. Next thing I knew, the screen became full of fornicating couples, no lists of websites, just copulation. My shout of anguish must have resonated with my lady, she was standing right behind me, her hands on my shoulders. She bent her torso right over so that her head was almost upsidedown. "See," she said, "I told you that position was possible!"

We laughed at that but what a way to learn.

Possible! :rofl:

 

[Stearmen]

When I first got the internet, on good old dial-up, showing off to my wife that I knew what the search facility was all about, I told her that I would find a swingtime event for us to go to.

I typed swing into the search box. Next thing I knew, the screen became full of fornicating couples, no lists of websites, just copulation. My shout of anguish must have resonated with my lady, she was standing right behind me, her hands on my shoulders. She bent her torso right over so that her head was almost upsidedown. "See," she said, "I told you that position was possible!"

We laughed at that but what a way to learn.

A few years ago, a friend of mine who was born in London, but lives here now and is into old British motorcycles like me, said his wife walked in while he was on the computer. She asked what he was looking at, he said, "there's a thing in Texas for British singles, I think I might go down their and take some out!" Luckily, she has a good seance of humor.

 

[jamespowers]

A few years ago, a friend of mine who was born in London, but lives here now and is into old British motorcycles like me, said his wife walked in while he was on the computer. She asked what he was looking at, he said, "there's a thing in Texas for British singles, I think I might go down their and take some out!" Luckily, she has a good seance of humor.

Take some out. lol lol

 

[GHT]

Saw my surgeon today, about having a hip replacement. He showed me a number of xrays of my pelvic area on his computer screen. (Last time I saw an xray, the doctor produced a flimsy A4 size negative, which he slid under an illuminated screen,) I was expecting something similar today. But the outcome was that the surgeon opined that there was still plenty of mileage left in my hips. He put me on a course of anti inflammatories coupled with regular visits to a physiotherapist and I have to lose some weight. Got to go back and see him in three months.

The good news seems to be that I'm not that old after all. Yay! The bad news is trying to ignore the excruciating sting in my left buttock. So if I should post a pile of waffle at anytime, being a pain in the arse, I have good reason. OK?

 

[Atticus Finch]

You know you're getting old when you don't give a flip about refilling your Valium prescription...but you find yourself wondering what is the street price of a good diuretic.

AF

 

[LizzieMaine]

You know you're getting old when you don't need to fall down to end up covered in bruises.

 

[GHT]

FIFTY SHADES OF GREY BY PAM AYRES

The missus bought a Paperback,
down Shepton Mallet way,
I had a look inside her bag;...
T'was "Fifty Shades of Grey".

Well I just left her to it,
And at ten I went to bed.
An hour later she appeared;
The sight filled me with dread.

In her left hand she held a rope;
And in her right a whip!
She threw them down upon the floor,
And then began to strip.

Well fifty years or so ago;
I might have had a peek;
But Mabel hasn't weathered well;
She's eighty four next week!!

Watching Mabel bump and grind;
Could not have been much grimmer.
And things then went from bad to worse;
She toppled off her Zimmer!

She struggled back upon her feet;
A couple minutes later;
She put her teeth back in and said
"I am a dominator!!"

Now if you knew our Mabel,
You'd see just why I spluttered,
I'd spent two months in traction
For the last complaint I'd uttered.

She stood there nude and naked
Bent forward just a bit
I went to hold her, sensual like
and stood on her left tit!

Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;
My God what had I done!
She moaned and groaned then shouted out:
"Step on the other one!!"

Well readers, I can tell no more;
Of what occurred that day.
Suffice to say my jet black hair,
Turned fifty shades of grey!!

 

[Stearmen]

Saw my surgeon today, about having a hip replacement. He showed me a number of xrays of my pelvic area on his computer screen. (Last time I saw an xray, the doctor produced a flimsy A4 size negative, which he slid under an illuminated screen,) I was expecting something similar today. But the outcome was that the surgeon opined that there was still plenty of mileage left in my hips. He put me on a course of anti inflammatories coupled with regular visits to a physiotherapist and I have to lose some weight. Got to go back and see him in three months.

The good news seems to be that I'm not that old after all. Yay! The bad news is trying to ignore the excruciating sting in my left buttock. So if I should post a pile of waffle at anytime, being a pain in the arse, I have good reason. OK?

Sounds like semi good news for now! Last time I went in for X-Rays, they gave me a CD. Probably now they give you a SD card, not to be confused with giving you an STD!

 

[Stearmen]

You know you're getting old when you don't need to fall down to end up covered in bruises.

Tell me about it. The other night I was wondering if maybe I had been out Kick Boxing and didn't remember it.

 

[gear-guy]

FIFTY SHADES OF GREY BY PAM AYRES

The missus bought a Paperback,
down Shepton Mallet way,
I had a look inside her bag;...
T'was "Fifty Shades of Grey".

Well I just left her to it,
And at ten I went to bed.
An hour later she appeared;
The sight filled me with dread.

In her left hand she held a rope;
And in her right a whip!
She threw them down upon the floor,
And then began to strip.

Well fifty years or so ago;
I might have had a peek;
But Mabel hasn't weathered well;
She's eighty four next week!!

Watching Mabel bump and grind;
Could not have been much grimmer.
And things then went from bad to worse;
She toppled off her Zimmer!

She struggled back upon her feet;
A couple minutes later;
She put her teeth back in and said
"I am a dominator!!"

Now if you knew our Mabel,
You'd see just why I spluttered,
I'd spent two months in traction
For the last complaint I'd uttered.

She stood there nude and naked
Bent forward just a bit
I went to hold her, sensual like
and stood on her left tit!

Mabel screamed, her teeth shot out;
My God what had I done!
She moaned and groaned then shouted out:
"Step on the other one!!"

Well readers, I can tell no more;
Of what occurred that day.
Suffice to say my jet black hair,
Turned fifty shades of grey!!

:eusa_clap

 

[gear-guy]

YOU know you're getting old when you watch the Grammys and AC DC opens. You say to yourself, wow they are really old and then you realize that they are your age and you grew up with them. That really hurts.