Topic: Who will you be when your eighty? | |
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When I'm eighty, I am going to have 5 cats, wear purple hats with a giant sunflower in it...
dress in loud colours, and learn to spit. When I am eighty I am going to wear push up bras and fishnets....short skirts and blue hair. When I am eighty I am going to paint my house a rainbow, play loud music and dance in my nightie. When I am eighty I am going to eat the whole cake for breakfast, wash it down with beer and burp loudly. When I am eighty I am going to flirt with the tradesmen, sit on my roof, and moon the neighbours. What are you going to do when you are eighty? |
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Judging from family history...most likely...dust.
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When I'm eighty....
I'll be wrinkled And slow But my heart will still be 21! Just like now |
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When I'm 80 I'll agree to date men in their 40's, until then, bring on the young'uns.
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when Im eighty I am going to be sitting on the porch watching the sun rise and set holding hands with my guy...
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Dancing w/ Lee in an All~Star Travellin' Gypsy Minstrels Show ... ...
Can ya zip this up? Seen my silver boa around here??? ... Can I get an A sharp ... hummmmmmmmmmmmm ... |
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Judging from family history...most likely...dust. Decide differently !! I'm going to need someone to do up my red corset and help me with my feather boa!!! |
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Hahahaha! K.....synchronicity on the feather boas there, lovely!
Just got to drag T's bones back outta the dust , and put some bright red lipstick on her!!! |
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When I'm 80 I'm going to bake cookies for all the kids in the neighborhood.I'll be everyones grandma, and I'll be with my partner and we'll both be old but still madly in love.I would live my life with a celebration until the day I move on to the next dimension.
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When I'm eighty, I am going to have 5 cats, wear purple hats with a giant sunflower in it... dress in loud colours, and learn to spit. When I am eighty I am going to wear push up bras and fishnets....short skirts and blue hair. When I am eighty I am going to paint my house a rainbow, play loud music and dance in my nightie. When I am eighty I am going to eat the whole cake for breakfast, wash it down with beer and burp loudly. When I am eighty I am going to flirt with the tradesmen, sit on my roof, and moon the neighbours. Wow.. hopefully there will be some type of health care for me by then. If not, dust in the wind. But who will take care of my cats???? What are you going to do when you are eighty? |
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hopefully there will be some type of health care for me by then. If not, dust in the wind. But who will take care of my cats????
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Edited by
Jess642
on
Thu 10/08/09 03:10 PM
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When I am eighty I am going to drag out those towels you have saved for best, and clean your windows with them.
When I am eighty I am going to visit the doctor and tell him what ails him. When I am eighty I am going to teach all my grandkids swear words, and show them how to flip the bird. When I am 80 I am going to wear red nail polish and learn burlesque. |
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DEES NUTS. LOL
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Hell I'm gonna sit in the bar and drink with all the young whipper snappers and table dance hehehehehe
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Hahahaha! K.....synchronicity on the feather boas there, lovely! Just got to drag T's bones back outta the dust , and put some bright red lipstick on her!!! You are the south to my north ... Hemispherical 180s ... polarity mind melding, babay ... Or is that the name of our troupe ... |
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SEX!SEX!!SEX!!! I HOPE!!!
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When I am eighty I am going to volunteer at high school, and get the kids to show me how to cook....
When I am eighty I'm going to go to a heavy metal concert in a tutu and a hoola hoop, thigh boots and pom poms. When I am eighty I am going to toot a party horn through the streets and pass out balloons to serious folks in suits. When I am eighty I am going to hug strangers and sprinkle glitter in their morning coffee. When I am eighty I am going to get arrested for indecent exposure. |
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Good Lord willing, living every day just like now. My mom is 92 and goes out dancing three nights a week. Dad died at 90. But I live with gusto...like I might not see the next day...
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Hahahaha! K.....synchronicity on the feather boas there, lovely! Just got to drag T's bones back outta the dust , and put some bright red lipstick on her!!! You are the south to my north ... Hemispherical 180s ... polarity mind melding, babay ... Or is that the name of our troupe ... Absolutely! |
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Hahahaha! K.....synchronicity on the feather boas there, lovely! Just got to drag T's bones back outta the dust , and put some bright red lipstick on her!!! Haha! Red is for loose women...I wear Magenta! |
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