The Original Old Farts Club

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I trim my mustache when it starts getting stuck in my teeth when I'm eating.
I let mine get too long sometimes. I hate lookin' at my dumb face in the mirror too much to keep it 'properly' trimmed.

Like...right now. It's starting to curl up into my nostrils sometimes. I can't stand having my nostrils tickled.
 
I use a Conair moustache and beard trimmer, which also comes with a handy attachment for trimming my nose hairs and hairs growing from and out of my ears, that grow at the same rate as my moustache and beard.
When I was in boot camp, one of the classroom instructors was telling us about his military career - and how when he was stationed in Alaska, he found one girl. She was behind a tree, and she "had the most beautiful, long black hair - flowing out of her left nostril".
 

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Picadillo (Spanish pronunciation: [pikaˈðijo], "mince") is a traditional dish in many Latin American countries including Mexico and Cuba as well as the Philippines. It is made with ground meat (most commonly beef), tomatoes (tomato sauce may be used as a substitute), and also raisins, olives, and other ingredients that vary by region.[1] It is often served with rice (hence it is commonly known in the Philippines as arroz a la cubana, "Cuban-style rice") or used as a filling in dishes such as tacos, savory pastries or croquettes. The name comes from the Spanish word picar, meaning "to mince".[1
My wife says I'm a peccadillo.
 
Morning everybody, a nice clear morning. Gonna be in the 80's again.
Too bad they don't sing the words to the song.

Well I've known my sister all my life.
That is why she's now my wife.
And my son he knows it's true,
I'm his uncle, too!
Hippie my alabama wife didn't want to be like that, so she got me in texas. After we moved here, I swear everybody I met was her kin in one way or another. On another note I have kin folk here that I have never met.
 
OMIGAWD!! Remember a while back I told you how I found a piece of 8 completely by accident? And I showed it to Mel Fisher who identified the year, the mint, the assayer and where the coin came from: La Nuestra Senora de la Marevillas. He grilled me rather intensely as to where/how I found it. This is how:

Me sitting in snowy sand 20ft down fiddling with my dive rig. My fingle bumped it.

Anyway, from that day 40 years ago until this very hour, I thought Mel Fisher had shelved any thought of looking for the main wreck.

Today, I found this. At the 10-second span from 1:53 to 2:03... I just about dropped a log. That old treasure hound got his lantern turned on by me! I never heard a word.

 
When I was in boot camp, one of the classroom instructors was telling us about his military career - and how when he was stationed in Alaska, he found one girl. She was behind a tree, and she "had the most beautiful, long black hair - flowing out of her left nostril".
I knew a guy that in boot camp, the captain's daughter took a liking to. It probably saved his life in the long run. He was scheduled to head for the Southeast Asian War Games, but instead got sent to the Aleutians to man a radar base. His first stop was in Alaska, and when he got off the plane, there were half a dozen indigenous ladies, all five foot tall and five foot wide, offering their services. He said he fell down on both knees and cried. Next stop was the radar base. It was a two man job. After six months, they sent him back to Alaska for some R&R. He said he was surprised on just how much better those ladies looked.
 
I knew a guy that in boot camp, the captain's daughter took a liking to. It probably saved his life in the long run. He was scheduled to head for the Southeast Asian War Games, but instead got sent to the Aleutians to man a radar base. His first stop was in Alaska, and when he got off the plane, there were half a dozen indigenous ladies, all five foot tall and five foot wide, offering their services. He said he fell down on both knees and cried. Next stop was the radar base. It was a two man job. After six months, they sent him back to Alaska for some R&R. He said he was surprised on just how much better those ladies looked.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder!
 

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