The Original Old Farts Club

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How old do you have to be to join this fine club
Well... I am so old, when I go in the breakfast place and order a 3-minute egg... they ask me for the money first.

I am sharp, though. My doctor says I don't have Alzheimer's, Dementia, or Alheimer's.

I was born under the sign of Hospital. At the corner of Telephone and Telephone.
 
How old do you have to be to join this fine club

Old fartisim is a state of mind that in my case began as my excess energy turned to a negative number and I no longer believed in Santa, the Easter Bunny, or politicians. I reached full old fartisim once most of my oral intercourse involved discussing medical conditions.

Not to be confused with curmudgeon-ism, a common mistake.

At least one of the really, really old farts on this thread will no doubt make hiney ring comments sooner or later unless you are at least 85, but that is just the sort of thing you have to suck-it-up and tolerate if you want to fit in.

If you are older than 85, please feel free to rub it in their face when you figure out who they are.

If you are older than 95, consider starting your own Ancient Farts and Fartesses thread to discuss the good old days.

We infer you can judge from the thread's deeply insightful to sometimes ribald social intercourse between rasty old farts and sometimes the much gentler natured and lovelier to gaze upon fartesses, who we'ns are and decide for yourself if joining this thread will maintain or improve your life and/or the quality this thread.

It is customary for new members who are not lovely sister women of pulchritude to supply coffee and donuts. Just saying..............
 
Well... I am so old, when I go in the breakfast place and order a 3-minute egg... they ask me for the money first.

I am sharp, though. My doctor says I don't have Alzheimer's, Dementia, or Alheimer's.

I was born under the sign of Hospital. At the corner of Telephone and Telephone.
Your so old you could buy 5 ARs
 
Old is a state of mind not body.
My mind says OLD this morning.

There are days I feel as old as Pute
Glad you know how it feels roster...misery loves company.
I hear tell of a trade in your guns program coming
For everyone turned in they will give an once of weed.
Just what I don't need...more weed.
Old enough to be a crazy fker and talk ****.😁
Your now a member brother.😉
That is why we all fit right in.
Well... I am so old, when I go in the breakfast place and order a 3-minute egg... they ask me for the money first.

I am sharp, though. My doctor says I don't have Alzheimer's, Dementia, or Alheimer's.

I was born under the sign of Hospital. At the corner of Telephone and Telephone.
Walt isn't kidding.
 
Your so old you could buy 5 ARs
I had/have no use for the Mattel Toy. My guns all function, even dunked in mud.

What my guns do NOT have is that itty-bitty teeny little spring-loaded, surprise! fargin magic little part that goes flying off into the dark leaving you with an awkward club. <-- Old GI's know perzackly what I mean.

And any semi/full auto gun that requires a fargin toilet plunger stuck on the side for whacking in order to seat the cartridge is right up there with Custer's useless carbines.

One guy I know always informs those around him that he had a genuine single-shot '16. M14 back then was da bomb.

Oh, wait. You are talkin' AR's. I prefer my bringumhome SKS and AK-47 <-- they eat the same food, and between them are far more versatile and reliable than the ARs.

And I can take them apart and reassemble just like a Rooshian school child. So I do not have to get the feed pawl sear lined up with the feed pawl slide like a goddamm slot machine...
 
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I had/have no use for the Mattel Toy. My guns all function, even dunked in mud.

What my guns do NOT have is that itty-bitty teeny little spring-loaded, surprise! magic little part that goes flying off into the dark leaving you with an awkward club. <-- Old GI's know perzackly what mean.

And any semi/full auto gun that requires a fargin toilet plunger stuck on the side for whacking in order to seat the cartridge is right up there with Custer's useless carbines.

One guy I know always informs those around him that he had a genuine single-shot '16

Oh, wait. You are talkin' AR's. I prefer my bringumhome SKS and AK-47 <-- they eat the same food, and between them are far more versatile than the ARs.
Varity is the spice of life , one must expand their mind sometimes
I have all of those items
 
Alas, my favorite is still the M-14/M1/A1. Heavier ammo, but then I didn't need as much. I consistently shot Grand Master sitting 200 yards rapid fire with my Super Match M1/A1, something I couldn't do with any of my .223 caliber rifles.

As a combat rifle, try diving to the ground and breaking your fall with the buttstock of an AR-anything.
 

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