The Original O'l Farts Club.
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OleReynard
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I would too
OleReynard
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Seems every year we have more mountain lions coming thru and relocating.
There were 3 instances this year of a lion going thru Minneapolis neighborhoods with pics
OleReynard
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Both my folks had open heart like 3 months a part, it's a piece of cakeMy dad was not given any really heavy painkillers. And this was in 1995. He was sore for a week or two but healed really fast. He was in his late 70s.
Valve replacement @Gypsy Nirvana
Not one I'd like to eat but...
OleReynard
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Join the club my friend
Looks like parts of the Long Island Exp Unc!
"Get it while you can";joeb631a
Good mornin giggy. Hope you are feeling a bit better this morning
Ok yall, the Old Farts poem is ready. You can skim by it if you want to and if I left you out as I know I did forget some after it was done, I’d love to add you into a verse. Yall take it easy and have a sweet Saturday.
THE OLD FARTS THREAD
This poem is about the old farts here, it might be kinda long;
and if only we had music, it could be a big hit song.
I tried to squeeze it down a bit, but had so much to say;
Decided what the heck I said, and post it any way.
I guess I’ll start with Pute because I’m posting on his thread;
I’ve know him long as most on here and well, that being said…
I’ve fallen for his undercoat pitch a couple times I know;
The Mod thing at that MP place, and bringing me here when it was time to go.
He gets awards in my book for the best trimmed pretty weed;
I’ve not tried his goods before, but it has bag appeal indeed.
He likes to fish but throws them back, he likes to garden too.
He’s got a thing about darkness on everything he grew.
I’ll now move on to my friend Big, and the reason I’m still here;
His motivating words to me my every grow was dear.
And when I failed, reminding me that it’s just a little thing;
and drop some more seeds in the dirt and see just what they bring.
His generosity and friendship are two things I admire;
I’ve tried to add that quality in that toolbox I desire.
I know I’d get no argument and most of us agree;
Plus he’s the only one around that smokes as much weed as me.
And then there’s Boo who I like to claim as my long lost big brother;
I’ve liked him from the start and find his friendship like no other.
He’s cheered me up when I was down and in my time of need;
We have a lot in common too, aside from growing weed.
He’s sometimes very grouchy, and harsh around the crust;
But deep inside he’s soft and sweet and one that I can trust.
His love for Dutch and Ivan keeps him safe and free from fears;
I hope I remain good friends with Boo for many many years.
I start my day by reading what GWs got to say;
The cloudy weather report out west & how he’ll spend his day.
I then open a lengthy post by Unca with a very long short story;
He always takes the time each day wordsmithing in all his glory.
When Joe chimes in I know a smile will soon be on my face;
He’s charming and hilarious and in charge of fun around this place.
Ole fogey posts his turkeys, and sometimes posts a rant;
and Giggy drops in now and then to talk about the plant.
I’ve also made some new friends here that I don’t know well yet;
Like S&S, Dog and Gypsy as well as some that I forget.
I feel I know their stories, their good days and their bad;
I click the like when they are well, and the frown when they are sad.
I look forward every day, to check in with my friends;
And miss y’all when my day is filled and seems it never ends.
I’ll end this poem abruptly, as it’s getting kinda long;
We hope you enjoy the old farts thread and feel that you belong.
THE OLD FARTS THREAD
This poem is about the old farts here, it might be kinda long;
and if only we had music, it could be a big hit song.
I tried to squeeze it down a bit, but had so much to say;
Decided what the heck I said, and post it any way.
I guess I’ll start with Pute because I’m posting on his thread;
I’ve know him long as most on here and well, that being said…
I’ve fallen for his undercoat pitch a couple times I know;
The Mod thing at that MP place, and bringing me here when it was time to go.
He gets awards in my book for the best trimmed pretty weed;
I’ve not tried his goods before, but it has bag appeal indeed.
He likes to fish but throws them back, he likes to garden too.
He’s got a thing about darkness on everything he grew.
I’ll now move on to my friend Big, and the reason I’m still here;
His motivating words to me my every grow was dear.
And when I failed, reminding me that it’s just a little thing;
and drop some more seeds in the dirt and see just what they bring.
His generosity and friendship are two things I admire;
I’ve tried to add that quality in that toolbox I desire.
I know I’d get no argument and most of us agree;
Plus he’s the only one around that smokes as much weed as me.
And then there’s Boo who I like to claim as my long lost big brother;
I’ve liked him from the start and find his friendship like no other.
He’s cheered me up when I was down and in my time of need;
We have a lot in common too, aside from growing weed.
He’s sometimes very grouchy, and harsh around the crust;
But deep inside he’s soft and sweet and one that I can trust.
His love for Dutch and Ivan keeps him safe and free from fears;
I hope I remain good friends with Boo for many many years.
I start my day by reading what GWs got to say;
The cloudy weather report out west & how he’ll spend his day.
I then open a lengthy post by Unca with a very long short story;
He always takes the time each day wordsmithing in all his glory.
When Joe chimes in I know a smile will soon be on my face;
He’s charming and hilarious and in charge of fun around this place.
Ole fogey posts his turkeys, and sometimes posts a rant;
and Giggy drops in now and then to talk about the plant.
I’ve also made some new friends here that I don’t know well yet;
Like S&S, Dog and Gypsy as well as some that I forget.
I feel I know their stories, their good days and their bad;
I click the like when they are well, and the frown when they are sad.
I look forward every day, to check in with my friends;
And miss y’all when my day is filled and seems it never ends.
I’ll end this poem abruptly, as it’s getting kinda long;
We hope you enjoy the old farts thread and feel that you belong.
oldfogey8
Well-known member
Your synopsis looks like mine. All words I wish I wasn’t aware of much less knowing the meaning of them. The spinal column is a miracle of evolution for sure but it would be nice if it was a replaceable module. Hope you can get some relief from the discomfort.
Oh that's lovelyOk yall, the Old Farts poem is ready. You can skim by it if you want to and if I left you out as I know I did forget some after it was done, I’d love to add you into a verse. Yall take it easy and have a sweet Saturday.
THE OLD FARTS THREAD
This poem is about the old farts here, it might be kinda long;
and if only we had music, it could be a big hit song.
I tried to squeeze it down a bit, but had so much to say;
Decided what the heck I said, and post it any way.
I guess I’ll start with Pute because I’m posting on his thread;
I’ve know him long as most on here and well, that being said…
I’ve fallen for his undercoat pitch a couple times I know;
The Mod thing at that MP place, and bringing me here when it was time to go.
He gets awards in my book for the best trimmed pretty weed;
I’ve not tried his goods before, but it has bag appeal indeed.
He likes to fish but throws them back, he likes to garden too.
He’s got a thing about darkness on everything he grew.
I’ll now move on to my friend Big, and the reason I’m still here;
His motivating words to me my every grow was dear.
And when I failed, reminding me that it’s just a little thing;
and drop some more seeds in the dirt and see just what they bring.
His generosity and friendship are two things I admire;
I’ve tried to add that quality in that toolbox I desire.
I know I’d get no argument and most of us agree;
Plus he’s the only one around that smokes as much weed as me.
And then there’s Boo who I like to claim as my long lost big brother;
I’ve liked him from the start and find his friendship like no other.
He’s cheered me up when I was down and in my time of need;
We have a lot in common too, aside from growing weed.
He’s sometimes very grouchy, and harsh around the crust;
But deep inside he’s soft and sweet and one that I can trust.
His love for Dutch and Ivan keeps him safe and free from fears;
I hope I remain good friends with Boo for many many years.
I start my day by reading what GWs got to say;
The cloudy weather report out west & how he’ll spend his day.
I then open a lengthy post by Unca with a very long short story;
He always takes the time each day wordsmithing in all his glory.
When Joe chimes in I know a smile will soon be on my face;
He’s charming and hilarious and in charge of fun around this place.
Ole fogey posts his turkeys, and sometimes posts a rant;
and Giggy drops in now and then to talk about the plant.
I’ve also made some new friends here that I don’t know well yet;
Like S&S, Dog and Gypsy as well as some that I forget.
I feel I know their stories, their good days and their bad;
I click the like when they are well, and the frown when they are sad.
I look forward every day, to check in with my friends;
And miss y’all when my day is filled and seems it never ends.
I’ll end this poem abruptly, as it’s getting kinda long;
We hope you enjoy the old farts thread and feel that you belong.
SubGirl - you most certainly have a penchant for iambic pentameters -
Today I will move my efforts outside. Mower, tiller and edger all need the oil changed and cleaned up. Front yard needs cut....still snow out back.
Will start cleaning, hose things down and sweep the garage.
My daily chores have just doubled.....just remembered will start my maters in a couple of weeks.
Will start cleaning, hose things down and sweep the garage.
My daily chores have just doubled.....just remembered will start my maters in a couple of weeks.
Morning Capt. Pardon me if I don't jump for joy....coffee is all the energy I can muster currently.
The surgeon did say that he might be able to fix the leaky valve - without having to resort to using organic material from cows/pigs - or indeed fitting some prosthetic valve - so I'm hoping that he can fix it without putting a bit of moo or oink
in me - nor the Bionic man option - He also has to do a bypass on the left coronary artery while he's got the heart
out - there's a bit of calcium blocking it - Here is a bit of fun - back in 1985/6 I was the star
in this low budget Hong-Kong martial arts movie - called 'Bionic Ninja' - I played Tommy Foster - CIA agent - searching for the top secret technical film - ROTFLMAO!
