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Originally Posted by Citroënbender
Then the old bugger whips his dacks halfway down when I’m momentarily out of sight and #1’s all over the bathroom and laundry floors, his pants, the continence undies, slippers and socks. And proceeds to shuffle through it all in small circles of anxious distress.
Cleanup now sorted, the drying weather will help.   |
I might sound like a broken record. And your old man may not be who he used to be. But appreciate the fact he is still around. As irritating as some things are, he is doing a lot better then my old man who is in a jar. My old man only lasted 65 ½ years. And after doing the maths, it was 65 and ½ to the date, so that didnt make me feel any better.