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As I'm 40 years old already, I am a senior. Long live the old grumpy people!
I don't smell young anymore, - I'm old.

As I tell my co workers, 40 is still young. Try 63. Get out and use the youth.
...and if you smell, use deodorant for Pete's Sake.

I don't know that there are any "juniors" left then. Is anyone here under 40? Ashley I guess...?

Citizen Dolly wrote: Tue Jan 26, 2021 7:39 pm I don't know that there are any "juniors" left then. Is anyone here under 40? Ashley I guess...?

Thats dolly's chat up line,Ashley

I’m 45 soon.
Wow.

I've been hanging out with you whippersnappers for almost 20 years, in one place or another. Go figure!

I can roll play the Old Man in the Moon. You get bored and kind of goofy when you get as old as me.

And scars, lots of scars.

WTF? that looks like it hurts. What did you do to yourself?
I would post photos of my chest and leg incisions from my bipass surgery almost 2 years ago.
But they healed. That shit hurt.

Wtf Henry.
Did they take your brain out with that c-section?

Mr. Marty wrote: Sat Feb 13, 2021 6:36 am WTF? that looks like it hurts. What did you do to yourself?
I would post photos of my chest and leg incisions from my bipass surgery almost 2 years ago.
But they healed. That shit hurt.

About two years ago, I was driving a load from El Paso TX to Houston. Out in the middle of nowhere in West Texas, I started having extreme pain in my right side and waves of nausea. I thought I had food poisoning. I got the rig over to about 100 miles short of Houston and shut down. It kept getting worse, so I called 911. They hauled me to a hospital about 20 miles away in a small Texas town and I spent the night in the hospital. Turned out I was having a gall bladder attack. I had to drive the ruck for another week and ended up getting home and having to have gall bladder surgery. The only way to control the attacks was to eat next to nothing. I had to wait a few weeks for the surgery. After eating mostly nothing for two weeks, I decided to have a couple of drinks. Two drinks got me pretty up there and I was going to bed. I bent over to speak to my dog and passed out. I slammed my head into my wife's desk when I went over. Fun times.

In 1989, I got shitfaced drunk on tequila and beer, while snorting lines of crank to keep partying. On the way home, I rear ended a semi stopped at a red light and cut my head just like this, in just about the same place. That one took 90 stitches. To quote Claude Rains, it's my least vulnerable spot.

Lasagna Pirate wrote: Sat Feb 13, 2021 6:39 am Wtf Henry.
Did they take your brain out with that c-section?

They looked for my brain. It was not there.

Back in my bar days, I could actually take some blows to the head and head butting was a quick way to end a fight. I've had more stitches than most people in my head alone. This was the first for staples. When I was in my twenties, between work, opening up property lines with machetes, or hanging out in shithole bars, I thought it was normal to get stitches all the time.

Novicaine and Lidocaine, causes a reaction in me, that before it deadens anything, it burns like someone is holding a lit cigarette to me. Intense burning. I got to where I refused it. So I would get the stitches with no deadening agent. It wasn't to be tough. The fucking drug causes me intense pain and getting stitched up hurts a lot less.

This was the first time in a long time I had to get something like this. Two Vodka and water cocktails after barely eating for two weeks, because of gall bladder attacks.

Trobador222 wrote: Sat Feb 13, 2021 7:09 am

Lasagna Pirate wrote: Sat Feb 13, 2021 6:39 am Wtf Henry.
Did they take your brain out with that c-section?

They looked for my brain. It was not there.

I demanded to check my brains long time ago and my doctor said "We found nothing".
Then I later on kinda thought "How can that be a good thing"? LOL!

Ha! I got a brain.
:p
It’s really smooth.

I got confirmation a week or so go, they did scans and they did find said brain