...when you can't recall whether what you can't remember was important not to forget.....so you decide it couldn't have been,and go for a beer instead.
Ahhhh,spools. Yep-I used a whole one up,getting the waist of RH's cord trousers to fit nicely under his moobs......oldies hate it when the moobs sag over the waistbands-DON'T you,RH.
Pools,you say? Isn't that where kids of around 40y.o. go to pose at womenfolk? Y'know-suckin' in their bellies and flexin' their flabby pecs,in the forlorn hope of attracting a female that isn't more butch than them?
when you go shopping and the first stop when you get there is the bathroom....second stop is the pharmacy counter...then you leave because you forgot what you were supposed to buy for supper
I remember back when I was part of the Hip Generation. Now I'm part of the Hip Replacement Generation. Puggy, quit tellin all our secrets otherwise I'm cuttin you off.