h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

Feels like I'm back in the '60's with the

I feel the same way, Shea. There's a part
of me that will always belong to the 1960s.


, anyone?

That wasn't me! That was my sister!

the 60s don't rember them at all myself or for that matter the 70s were a nogo for me mostly


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That's odd for a 50 year old to not remember back that far.....

not really Ime 18 and I carn rember last tuesday

Oh, I can

well, you know what they say about the 60's, don't you? If you remember them you weren't really there

shea



PS: You are dead right - i don't remember them one bit

you know people on this site are actualy going to start thinking I am 50 years old if that joke keeps ing around


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joke? what joke?

well at the meet in PA I was evidnetly flirting with a girl around my age at the park and Shorty told me that I shouldn't do that because the girl was so much younger then me...well I of course asked how old Shorty thought I was and she said 50...I am not even half of 50 yet


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oh whoops so the joke is I've made comments about oh no I am way to old to do such and such seeing how I ma 50 and so on...but it's been a couple of weeks and all

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::knocks Tac's cane out from under him::

*falls sharply to the ground*

help I've fallen and I can't get up


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oh sure laugh it up while I lay helpless on the floor not able to reach anyone of the phones in my own home wait I am at work


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You think *you're* helpless, Tacsatduck.

How about what I just did to Shea? I replied
to a post by her sister, thinking the sister
was Shea.

A few days ago, I asked a man about his dog,
which was sitting next to his car. "Dog?
What dog?" the man said. It was a black duffel
bag.

I can't see straight any more......

Which probably makes it very difficult to reach any of the phones in your home ...

This is where a cell phone would have come in handy.
I hear there are some with built-in modems now.
Not that I've ever had one...

Paul, that reminds me of a funny story about when my Mom started to need glasses. We had neighbors across the street that had a dog named Boomer. My Mom looked out the front window one day, and said that they must have gotten a new dog, because there were now two in the yard. I looked out and only saw Boomer. She insisted there was another dog. We finally realized she was seeing the small bench that goes at the end of a picnic table, and she thought it was a dog! From that day on, we called it Starbench, Boomer's friend.