i heard you were 2 inches taller then too..............

no..
still 5-11

with a giant deek,,,

When the paper boy called me Mister!

It depends on how hard the miles are. Some of us have given ourselves a beating and we are only half way home. Assuming the average death age in the mid seventies, I'm well over half dead, and okay with that.

Old is a state of mind. Depends on how one feels when one wakes up - if they wake up.

8 track is old.

One time my mom was visiting my great grandpa.


She noticed his zipper was down.


"Grandpa, your barn door is open"

"Hells bells. If it can't get up it can't get out".

when my grandpa was 60, he told me old was at 70.
when he was 70, he told me old was at 80.
when he was 80, he told me old was at 90.
when he was 90, he told me he consider being old in another ten years or so ... he was a great guy! And he never did get old - was flirting with the waitresses at 94 yrs old.

If you or your significant other can relate to this song..... then you're old

Stages of old age.
Forget names.
Forget faces.
Forget to zip up.
Forget to zip down.#-o

Old is when the only place society deems good enough for you is a nursing home.

Dayum, 2 of 4? I'm just about old but not FGM old.

When bending down and getting back up becomes a "process".🌫

Based upon how I feel now, I’mma thinking 80 is when I’mma go admit to being “old.”

You? 🤔

When a very young woman holds the door for you.

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I'm very immature

This one has feels.

60 is old

I am 68 and the pain is constant thanks to Dr. FAUCCI AND
WARP SPEED MANDATES BY the 🍊 meng...
What trump and faucci got in their televised vaccination injections was 100 % medical saline drip solution when you arrive at the ER EMERGENCY ROOM...NO WAY IN HELL WAS IT MRNA COVID - 19 VACCINE...NO WAY, they avoided it like the plague....

Two habitual liars....both of them..

When ya get up in the morning and the only things that don't hurt are things that no longer work.🌫

Now that I’m at least 80% dead, there is more of a relief.

Old I guess it comes down to which attribute you measure.
Heart: Old.
Aches and pain wise: age 50.
Maturity: mid twenties.

I know the moment when I was declared "old".

I was 35. 35! Damn that stung too.

I used to engage the neighbor kids because they would play football in the street where I bought my 1st house in Auburn Hills, MI. I was their "de facto QB" and play both sides evenly. They didn't have anyone that could throw a football more than 10 yards and I got them to adopt a Nerf football. Play out there as long as they would when I would get home from work and see them out there. Hell, they would knock on the door if I didn't! I was always called John. One day after turning 35 in a "snow bowl" game where they wanted to play because we were all home from school and work I was called "Mr.". I gulped when they said it. I didn't feel old. I didn't look old. Hell...people are still confused when they see me that I'm going to be 62 and I still get carded for liquor purchases and told I don't look my age.