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Happy National Senior Citizens Day
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Home sweet home
Bob's sister Hannah
Bob's sister Ada
Bob's brother Otto
Bob's sister Eve
Bob's sister Nan
A baby picture of Bob and his siblings (clockwise from upper left: Otto, Eve, Hannah, Ada, Bob, and Nan)
Bob's childhood home
Bob's mom and dad
Bob in his youth
Bob's cousin Alphonse
Bob's Uncle Ralph and Aunt Edna
Bob's cousin Archibald
Bob's stepbrother Herbie (who really needs to quit smoking)
Bob's cousin Chester
Bob's Great Uncle Norbert and Great Aunt Phyllis
Bob's cousin Saffron (who will do anything for a drink)
Bob's sister-in-law Sybil
Bob's cousin Thorndike
Bob's brother-in-law Vinnie
Bob's cousin Orville, who loves the Green Bay Packers
Bob's nieces Lulu and Bitsy, the biker chicks
Bob's stepsister Eloise, with the twins, Rudy and Trudy
Bob's Uncle Henry and Aunt Rowena
Bob's niece Esmerelda (who likes to live dangerously)
Bob's Great Uncle Arthur up in Saskatchewan
Bob's cousin Louie, the grackle of grumpiness
Miss Screech, Bob's journalism teacher
Bob's nephew Winthrop, who loves sports
Bob's Uncle Seymour and Aunt Bernice
Bob's second cousin Schlomo in Brooklyn
Bob's nephew Baxter
Bob's cousin Darrell
Nigel, Bob's pen pal in New Zealand
Bob's sister-in-law Delphine, who volunteers at the animal shelter
Percy the Pickpocket, Bob's third cousin once removed (the relative no one likes to talk about... every family has one)
The Bluebird of Happiness™ (no relation to Bob)
A pair of boobies (also no relation to Bob, but included for readers who desire titillation)
A pair of tits (in case the boobies were insufficiently titillating)
Bluebird Bitter™, the beer they named for Bob
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Cold war reenactors… that’s too funny!
The Cuban Missile Crisis happened when I was in the fourth grade. We had duck and cover drills during the week at school, and fire and brimstone sermons about The End Of The World on Sundays. Fun times!
And then they wondered why the boomer generation went all anti-establishment. 😬
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Yep. 😀
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Reblogged this on Chris The Story Reading Ape's Blog and commented:
Never mess with us Old Uns – We have decades of knowledge – including things to make our tormentors regret…..
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Thanks Chris. 🙂
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Welcome, BB 👍😃
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Now that’s really funny, especially for us seniors.
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Laughing about it beats crying about it. 🙂
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Absolutely! 🙂
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These are too close to my age for comfort. 😀 — Suzanne
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Mine too, Suzanne. That’s why I have to laugh. 🙂
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😀
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Very funny thank you…
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