18 thoughts on “And wondering if it can be reversed…”
Nah, I refuse to grow up but the body does remind me
Growing up is for old people.
Yes. “Adulting” is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.
Hey, y’all. You knows how my boy Ray-Ray gots hisself hurt back when the snow was deep a couple winters back? I’s told him, “Lordy, fool! Why you no aks me fo’ help? I’d a catched you skinny white butt so easy!” I swear, that boy! Anyways, I been a thinkin’, why not do things the safe way, Ray-Ray?
So here I is, aksin’ alls his friends, do you has old mattresses just layin’ about like he shoulda been doin’ wif lill ol’ me, instead of them skinny-ass white nurses in that hospital, wrasslin’ each a one to fo his bed bath. Oh, that naughty white boy!
Anyways, y’all just take them mattresses (not too skanky, mind) to the post office, an’ tells them to ship it COD to my PAC’s campaign office in Savannah, address:
Miss Stacey, fo’ when yo want more and MORE in 2024!
I’ll put them on back o’ my limo and take them straight to Ray-Ray’s barn and lays them all around, like I’s say, fo’ safety’s sake. O’ course, I be plannin’ on christening each one with my Ray-Ray!! That there Cedreq, he be to keep y’all in the loop. I be planning on having my ex-armored corps boy tune-up his favo-rite Tank girl!
Bless all yo’ hearts, Stacey.
Phil, can you think of a reason why we put up with Johno? I can’t think of a thing. Is he an asset to the blog, or a detriment? I say put it out to the readers and form a group consensus.
I think Johno gets a gold star on his timesheet this week. That was fuckin funny.
To be forthwith, I too, think it is funny, but I have to raze the old Aussie boy…
I hate all of you except for P2 and my friend, Sandy.
#meetoo
Deathray, you have a friend? Is this ‘Sandy’ here with us now?
Miss Sandy doesn’t comment often enough anymore, may be too busy nursing. Or, actually have a life to lead, unlike me.
r/raze/razz
Alright grammar SS
I think he meant “raise”.
I know what happened, that’s the problem.
Inside every old person is young person trying to get out.
I think it’s a brain thing. My brain tells me I’m still around 40. My body tells me otherwise … every … single … morning until the caffeine starts kicking in after cup #3.
Then there’s the days when you go to look for something that has been in the same place for 30-40 years and you can’t find it. Earlier this week, I was looking for a set of small open end wrenches I’ve had for 50+ years. They weren’t where they were supposed to be. Finally found them in the bottom of a tool pouch that I take to camp after three days of sporadic searching. In the process of searching, I picked up another tool box that weighs ~25 pounds. Strained the muscles in my right shoulder.
Moral of the story:
Don’t look for lost/forgotten tools, you may get hurt!
So, I should just buy more instead of risking injury?
Sure, the fix is adrenochrome, it just costs a LOT of money and an agreement with Satan or an authorized franchise dealer.
Nah, I refuse to grow up but the body does remind me
Growing up is for old people.
Yes. “Adulting” is the stupidest thing I’ve ever done.
Hey, y’all. You knows how my boy Ray-Ray gots hisself hurt back when the snow was deep a couple winters back? I’s told him, “Lordy, fool! Why you no aks me fo’ help? I’d a catched you skinny white butt so easy!” I swear, that boy! Anyways, I been a thinkin’, why not do things the safe way, Ray-Ray?
So here I is, aksin’ alls his friends, do you has old mattresses just layin’ about like he shoulda been doin’ wif lill ol’ me, instead of them skinny-ass white nurses in that hospital, wrasslin’ each a one to fo his bed bath. Oh, that naughty white boy!
Anyways, y’all just take them mattresses (not too skanky, mind) to the post office, an’ tells them to ship it COD to my PAC’s campaign office in Savannah, address:
Miss Stacey, fo’ when yo want more and MORE in 2024!
I’ll put them on back o’ my limo and take them straight to Ray-Ray’s barn and lays them all around, like I’s say, fo’ safety’s sake. O’ course, I be plannin’ on christening each one with my Ray-Ray!! That there Cedreq, he be to keep y’all in the loop. I be planning on having my ex-armored corps boy tune-up his favo-rite Tank girl!
Bless all yo’ hearts, Stacey.
Phil, can you think of a reason why we put up with Johno? I can’t think of a thing. Is he an asset to the blog, or a detriment? I say put it out to the readers and form a group consensus.
I think Johno gets a gold star on his timesheet this week. That was fuckin funny.
To be forthwith, I too, think it is funny, but I have to raze the old Aussie boy…
I hate all of you except for P2 and my friend, Sandy.
#meetoo
Deathray, you have a friend? Is this ‘Sandy’ here with us now?
Miss Sandy doesn’t comment often enough anymore, may be too busy nursing. Or, actually have a life to lead, unlike me.
r/raze/razz
Alright grammar SS
I think he meant “raise”.
I know what happened, that’s the problem.
Inside every old person is young person trying to get out.
I think it’s a brain thing. My brain tells me I’m still around 40. My body tells me otherwise … every … single … morning until the caffeine starts kicking in after cup #3.
Then there’s the days when you go to look for something that has been in the same place for 30-40 years and you can’t find it. Earlier this week, I was looking for a set of small open end wrenches I’ve had for 50+ years. They weren’t where they were supposed to be. Finally found them in the bottom of a tool pouch that I take to camp after three days of sporadic searching. In the process of searching, I picked up another tool box that weighs ~25 pounds. Strained the muscles in my right shoulder.
Moral of the story:
Don’t look for lost/forgotten tools, you may get hurt!
So, I should just buy more instead of risking injury?
Sure, the fix is adrenochrome, it just costs a LOT of money and an agreement with Satan or an authorized franchise dealer.