Post your age

when i was born there were no cell phones

I dunno know, man....it could make you pretty ancient..
...cell phones have been around for a long time

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My guess is the snooker players are probably older than the pool players. I'm a snooker player.
 
I'm embarrassed to post my age, let me just say that History wasn't a subject in school. If I have the choice of two vices for the night, I pick the one that gets me home and in bed by 10....unless its pool.
 
I have a feeling that everyone is seriously old on here, but I need proof...

Julian
proof is in the pudding.. told the girl, age don't matter if the stick is still straight. :thumbup:

maybe you want some old guy jokes too. LOL :smile::
;)
 
just a little older than dirt

well, let's see

I think I was about 92
when I sold that wood to a fella named NOAH

then he asked for 8 to six and the break.
 
How old would you be if you didn't know when you were born? :rolleyes:



You’ve had that nick name a long time gonna start calling you methuselah soon I’d reckon .

I was born a black man in bayou self, the loneliest bayou of them all....things were black and white back then and sometimes grey.

Got a little drunk and ended up cutting the heads off a handful of parking meters got thrown in the hoosegow. It was 1966, in the summer of 1984 I escaped from That prison. All they found of me was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old house cue with a screw on tip with a fork in it worn down to the nub...I remember thinking it would take a man six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with it. I did it in less than thirty. Oh, I love geology. it appeals to my meticulous nature. An ice age here, million years of mountain building there. Geology is the study of pressure and time. That's all it takes really, pressure, and time. That, and a big goddamn stroke. Like I said, in prison a man will do most anything to keep his mind occupied. Turns out My favorite hobby was totin' my wall out into the exercise yard, a handful at a time. I guess after Ed was killed, I decided I’d been here just about long enough. I did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guards simply didn't notice. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a mans shoes? I crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can still taste it, or maybe I just like to. Five hundred yards... that's the length of five football fields, just shy of half a mile.


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You’ve had that nick name a long time gonna start calling you methuselah soon I’d reckon .

I was born a black man in bayou self, the loneliest bayou of them all....things were black and white back then and sometimes grey.

Got a little drunk and ended up cutting the heads off a handful of parking meters got thrown in the hoosegow. It was 1966, in the summer of 1984 I escaped from That prison. All they found of me was a muddy set of prison clothes, a bar of soap, and an old house cue with a screw on tip with a fork in it worn down to the nub...I remember thinking it would take a man six hundred years to tunnel through the wall with it. I did it in less than thirty. Oh, I love geology. it appeals to my meticulous nature. An ice age here, million years of mountain building there. Geology is the study of pressure and time. That's all it takes really, pressure, and time. That, and a big goddamn stroke. Like I said, in prison a man will do most anything to keep his mind occupied. Turns out My favorite hobby was totin' my wall out into the exercise yard, a handful at a time. I guess after Ed was killed, I decided I’d been here just about long enough. I did like he was told, buffed those shoes to a high mirror shine. The guards simply didn't notice. Neither did I... I mean, seriously, how often do you really look at a mans shoes? I crawled to freedom through five hundred yards of shit smelling foulness I can still taste it, or maybe I just like to. Five hundred yards... that's the length of five football fields, just shy of half a mile.


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In case people think this is a bit of a tall tale.....here’s some pictorial evidence...

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Strangely enough, Grey Ghost passed away, but he did not rest in peace...
...he was reincarnated as an Aussie hip hopper....

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To make it even more confusing, some call him Cool Hand Kieb.....:confused:
 
In case people think this is a bit of a tall tale.....here’s some pictorial evidence...



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Strangely enough, Grey Ghost passed away, but he did not rest in peace...

...he was reincarnated as an Aussie hip hopper....



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To make it even more confusing, some call him Cool Hand Kieb.....:confused:



It’s an honor to have you add to my story


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I was in elementary when VCRs first came out and high school when microwaves came out. :embarrassed2:
 
...and high school when microwaves came out. :embarrassed2:

When we purchased our first microwave (in Nashville at the time), they provided a (well attended!) class to teach you how to use it. The main thing I remember was the “carry over cooking” concept. They said it cooks by vibrating the molecules. When you take it out, the molecules are still vibrating. So, wait 1-2 minutes before consuming.

Been many years since I’ve “Burned a fatty”, so it’s not an issue to wait now. (Not sure what generation used that vernacular, but that’s what came to mind...) :wink:
 
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