Good job, Carl. Now I don't care if 11,000, get evicted
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Love it!!! Needed a chuckle this morning!
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From: Carl Jarvis <carjar82@xxxxxxxxx <mailto:carjar82@xxxxxxxxx> >
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Subject: old folks humor
Weeks of dismal news has me searching for some upbeat stories. Not
finding any, I resorted to Old Folks Humor.
There! now I feel better.
Carl Jarvis
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Aging and 2020
The devil whispered to me, "I'm coming for you!" I whispered back,
"Bring pizza."
Having plans sounds like a good idea until you have to put on clothes
and leave the house.
It's weird being the same age as old people.
When I was a kid I wanted to be older.this is not what I expected.
Life is like a helicopter. I don't know how to operate a helicopter.
Chocolate is God's way of telling us he likes us a little bit chubby.
It's probably my age that tricks people into thinking I'm an adult.
Never sing in the shower! Singing leads to dancing, dancing leads to
slipping, and slipping leads to paramedics seeing you naked. So
remember.Don't sing!
I see people about my age mountain climbing; I feel good getting my
leg through my underwear without losing my balance.
So if a cow doesn't produce milk, is it a milk dud or an udder failure?
I'm at a place in my life where errands are starting to count as going out.
Cronacoaster Noun: The ups and downs of a pandemic. One day you're
loving your bubble, doing work outs, baking banana bread and going for
long walks and the next you're crying, drinking gin for breakfast and
missing people you don't even like.
I'm at that age where my mind still thinks I'm 29, my humor suggests
I'm 12, while my body mostly keeps asking if I'm sure I'm not dead
yet.
I'm getting tired of being part of a major historical event.
I don't always go the extra mile, but when I do it's because I missed my
exit.
At what point can we just start using 2020 as profanity? As in:
"That's a load of 2020." or "What in the 2020." or
"abso-2020-lutely."
You don't realize how old you are until you sit on the floor and then
try to get back up.
We all get heavier as we get older, because there's a lot more
information in our heads. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
This is the day dogs have been waiting for. They realize their
owners can't leave the house and they get them 24/7. Dogs are
rejoicing everywhere. Cats are contemplating suicide.
If you are trying to impress me with your vehicle, it better be a food
truck.
