I was actually concerned that you might think I was using You in a literal sense in your thread about being old.

You know how I know we're old? We're apologizing to each other like a couple of Canadians.

Cut off your hand to count the rings. To really know how old your are.

Doing it proves you are too old.

Yer wearing yer rings wrong. Put 'em on yer fingers, and ya won't hafta cut yer hand off to count them.

Now ya know.

And knowing is half the battle.

Simply count the rings. How many times does the phone ring before you can get to it? More rings means one is getting older.

How to stay younger. Use a portable phone. Stay in bed and answer faster. Then do not feel so old.

you know how I know you're old?

your balls touch the toilet water

Try sitting on one of your balls. Like having a Thanksgiving dinner with 8 people at the table and you sit on your nuts. Ow.

Fuck off, I'm British -apologizing is genetic for me....

good news: I get clean sheets tonight

bad news: I have to do it my gdf self and it's already late and I still have to do lunches, trash and recycling. I still have 55 minutes before midnight, though! maybe.....

you know you're old when you get carded for booze and then the cashier says "wow you look younger than that" (because I know I don't look very young....)

Do you apologize to inanimate objects?

Sorry, but that's not a nice way to describe lj

^^^BAN IT^^^

My phone doesn't ring. It speaks. "Call from Hand Tool."

It speaks cuz I'm too old to read the fucking display.:lol2:



ETA: Well, my eyes are too old to read the fucking display. I don't how I came to have these old eyes...

Ya know how to know when you're old?

Ya start griping about how old ya are.

From looking too hard... or in all the wrong places. :3_eyes: