Oldtimers love to tell you how great it was in the old days. Well now I am approaching old timer status and let me tell you I ain't gonna do that.
I love my air conditioner. I was talking to an old timer who was waxing nostalgic about the old days where you would sleep on the fire escape to catch the breeze. What a crock. I let the guy babble but this picture from Wegee tells it like it is. Sweatty, uncomfortable and dirty. Just pretty disqusting all in all.
I you ever get a chance to see any of his photo's you should jump at it. They are reallys something.
Just sayn'
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Should I make this comment? Ah, what the hell. I noticed the tween's tit. That's all. Does that make me a bad person? A sinner maybe...in my heart, but a bad person? Mercy of the court and all that.
If thine right eye offends thee, pluck it out.
Or take another gander at what would be child porn these days.
But whatever you do, do not mention the cat she has cradled in her arm...
Yeah, the good old day's ain't what they used to be.
And what's more, they never were.
In the old days, attitudes were different. For example, women didn't like sex. At least that's what they told me.
I remember an old movie in which a young boy witnesses a murder from a fire escape. The killer ended up chasing him through the rafters of a gym before one fell to the floor. Scared the piss out of me.
rcocean: Maybe it was the women you know.
One of the weirdest conversations I ever had about sex was in 1984 with my maternal grandma, then 83, who one day out of the blue started talking about birth control way back in the day, and what she'd used and done, in order to enjoy what came naturally without ending up pregnant 22 times like her own mother (2/3 of the kids lived to grow up).
My mostly conservative grandma could be quite the progressive, as it turned out ... .
(She'd remarried a few years before that, after being a widow for almost 25 years, and perked up quite a bit thereafter until her death in 1995.
Heh.)
Sorry, she was 81, not 83, at the time of the conversation.
I'm getting old, so my mind wanders, too.
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