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The only concern I have is for the mental health of our communities senior citizens. I know how senility can affect you all.Why are you concerned? lol
The only concern I have is for the mental health of our communities senior citizens. I know how senility can affect you all.Why are you concerned? lol
For reals tho...maybe get the boot from the site?A fitting punishment would be to make the offending member sell his most expensive firearm for the same amount of money he made on ebay.
You all? lol. That took some brainpower. You should prolly go carb up now...I bet you're famished.The only concern I have is for the mental health of our communities senior citizens. I know how senility can affect you all.
I’m out living life old man.You all? lol. That took some brainpower. You should prolly go carb up now...I bet you're famished.
You got that right. Today was all you can eat oatmeal Wednesday at the senior center, tonight I'm slipping on a high capacity diaper under the pj's, just in case there's a backup.I’m out living life old man.
It’s almost time for you to put your pjs and slippers on and go to bed.
I'm just watching you itch for that box. lolI’m out living life old man.
It’s almost time for you to put your pjs and slippers on and go to bed.
For reals tho...maybe get the boot from the site?
I’m out living life old man.
It’s almost time for you to put your pjs and slippers on and go to bed.
I more or less experienced this the other day. I was at the class 8 (I still don’t understand why it’s called that) with a bottle of talisker 10 in one hand and a bottle of tums under my arm, discussing good whiskey and scotch with some oldass retired army turds, giving every uniformed officer that walked down our aisle a hard time. We were definitely living it up.Lol. When you at the shoppette with a box of depends under one arm and a case of Colorado koolaid in the other, you're livin.
Don't you mean the Class 6? Class 8 is medical. I was a medical supply officer.I more or less experienced this the other day. I was at the class 8 (I still don’t understand why it’s called that) with a bottle of talisker 10 in one hand and a bottle of tums under my arm, discussing good whiskey and scotch with some oldass retired army turds, giving every uniformed officer that walked down our aisle a hard time. We were definitely living it up.
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