Old Proggers Corner

penguindf12 wrote: I really can't post anything here, but I am anyway.

Come on, Pengy, #3 probably applies..... otherwise you'd be slappin' booty instead of posting in this forum.

threefates wrote: Actually I'm feeling pretty perky these days.... I see a young Irish guy when I need the exercise.. (he's just off the boat however, and sometimes I need a translator)  I can still pull a rock star... of course now they're asking me to help them to the bus.. .cause they're too old to do it themselves.... but its not a bad time at all....

A young Irish guy for exercise!!!

Give up drinking ????????????

No Way !!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Good Grief!!!    Reading all those posts made me laugh out loud, I think i just woke up a few work colleagues!

I voted for weight control  I guess i have to give up eating crips or worse still give up drinking!

Hey we got a buncha new old guys and gals....

Check it!

Stormcrow wrote: Ha!  Dinosaurs.  Ha, I say! You ought to have had to try to keep the trilobites and brachiosaurs out of your Edison cylinder collection!  Now THOSE were tough times! Snowstorms.  Fooey!  We had to walk to school barefoot everyday through freshly broken glass and discarded razor blades.  Uphill.  Both ways. And the summers!  It was so bad that we couldn't fend of the hordes of Indians because our lead bullets kept melting in the summer heat.  We moved from Kansas to Wyoming and back twice in one week just from tornadoes! The wind blew so hard that one chicken laid the same egg three times! You young whipper-snappers had it easy!

You were LUCKY!!!

You didn't have to keep feeding 7 dozen parrots, or keep them trained so that they remembered exactly which note to squawk at the right point in the music. If they forgot, you had to stand behind them and pull out a tail feather or two.

Shovelling all those parrot droppings was a nightmare, I can tell you.

Walking on razor blades and glass? LUXURY!!! We had to wade through lakes of raw sewage and sulphuric acid - and swim through the deep bits. Uphill.

Once we'd swam across each lake, we had to shovel it all using collanders and pitchforks into small paper bags and move it 5 miles to the top of the nearest mountain.

And the summers!!! The tar on the roads boiled and bubbled as we pulled the sledges of parrots from gig to gig. Wheels hadn't been invented back then. I can tell you that the sabre-toothed tigers and woolly mammoths were a real hindrance, as we only had spears woven out of the hair from our heads.

Of course, back then, all the continents were joined together, so Kansas to Wyoming was a day-trip for us. We did Newfoundland to Sydney as a matter of course - every morning before breakfast. If we could catch it.

Weather back then was real weather; I remember a hurricane so violent that I passed my cave three times on successive gusts that each blew me the entire circumference of the earth. It made one of my parrots lay a pterodactyl egg. Fried. Sunny side up.

And you tell the kids nowadays - and they just don't believe you...

KEROSENE!!! WHY IN MY DAY WE HAD TO HAND CRANK OUR TURNTABLES!!!!

BUT THOSE DINOS WERE REAL PESTS THOUGH