Old People

Well, now how did that happen, I was just at her funeral.

Dad? What about her dad?

Where are you hiding???

Old guys, never want to post.

Who’s dad?

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You’re gonna poke your eye out with one of those things…

Betty Knickertramph went by her house Wednesday with some old Readers Digests…you know she loved those little jokes they had in the Readers Digests…she used to read those Chicken Soup for the Soul books, until she said they started getting too saucy. I always told her they were vulgar…kids today just can’t leave anything to the imagination. My grand-daughter Madison was wearing make-up the other day…twelve years old and she’s prancing around in lipstick. Twelve. I sure wish her mother had named her after her aunt Tabitha.

Did you hear about Mabel Grizzlehat?

Heard she was off with her father.

Who?

That scoundrel, in my day, he asked me out.

My God, that’s great.

About 3 o’clock.

This country’s going to hell.

In my day…

Uphill both ways, I tell ya.

I oughta tan yer hide.

Where’s the beef?

What’s wrong with these young people?

I remember when this whole area was a horse farm. Horse farm! Damn fine steaks came out of that horse farm! Who needs a Star-bucks and a… howdja pronounce that? Chee-poe-tulays? Is that some sort of Mexy-food? I hate Mexican, and besides, we vote Republican here in Springfield! Ayuh…

All these new-fangled gadgets.