At 74 years I was helping sort cows back in October and was kicked on the upper thigh.
Lucky no broken bones, but it really, really, really, really hurt for a month.
I am now 75 and I am much smarter.
At 74 years I was helping sort cows back in October and was kicked on the upper thigh.
Lucky no broken bones, but it really, really, really, really hurt for a month.
I am now 75 and I am much smarter.
Hey John...if you get taken out by a rogue cow can I have your RBL?
Justin
I just wrote this to a friend.... "Golden Years" is a joke that's never funny. When we're younger it sounds like something special but when we're "Golden" we discover that the term was a big joke and it ain't funny. I suppose it is, but you have to say it and laugh really fast.
Hey John...if you get taken out by a rogue cow can I have your RBL?
Justin
I just wrote this to a friend.... "Golden Years" is a joke that's never funny. When we're younger it sounds like something special but when we're "Golden" we discover that the term was a big joke and it ain't funny. I suppose it is, but you have to say it and laugh really fast.
Old age, old age, old age.
I’ve had over 100 stitches in this handsome face and none of them show. I was 23 years old and took a hockey stick to the eye brow for 12 stitches and got back in the game. Those were the days before those sissy helmets and face guards. I was playing for the Seneca Falls Red Wings at that time. Shortly after that I was drafted, not by an NHL team but by the Army. I’ll trade “Those were the days” for “Golden Years” any time.
I was a lady’s man then.....no t that night but............
....................the hair I need on the back my head grows out of my ears and nose.
Mort