So 10 years later, hows that working for you?
So where are you Kniz? It’s been ten long years…
Too bad there were no measurements in the thread from ten years ago, this could have been pretty conclusively answered.
I’m 42. If mine get any longer, I’m going to have to buy them their own shoes.
So Dude. How’s it hangin’ …
Thank god! I’m 63 and thought it was my schlong getting shorter.
I remember having a set of Clackers when I was a kid. I wonder now if they weren’t given to me so much as a toy but as a way to prep myself for old age.
From Bowser & Blue’s Old Love Is The Best Love:
All I know is that one of the worst effects of middle age for me has been the tendency to sit down on stuff that’s not meant to be sat down on.
I’m 52 and don’t notice a difference.
I’ve got stories…Some work related some not so much.
For every Man stories, I have two of women aging ungracefully. I can say that, because the other day, we hit a series of speed-bumps in our F-150, and I was deaf for a moment every three seconds.
It’s the same reason as when someone loses a lot of weight and their faces don’t get thinner, they just get longer.
Man parts are one thing; they’re supposed to be covered up, but 50 year old tattoos are right out there, on purpose. Roses turn into giant, stylilized lillies. Yosemite Sam becomes Conon O’Brian.
That butterfly on the boob becomes Mothra.
One of Buck’s tales, many of them told over coffee at the Thunderbird in Marfa, from his book about the old Border Patrol:
When we drove up on the levee, we had noticed a mare and colt out in the cotton field. They were dripping wet and we knew that they were Mexican horses and had just swum the Rio Grande. When we turned the corner toward the river, there in the road was an old handle-bar mustached Mexican and a young boy, both buck naked and had swum the river looking for the mare and colt. When they saw us they turned around and began to run for the river. The old man was as thin as a “poor Will” and reminded me of an old poor billygoat. His balls hung down like two onions in a Javalina hide bag. They whipped him in the flanks for a while, and then behind, and his handlebar mustache was laying back under his ears, but he was going to the river. John got tickled and damn near run the jeep off the levee. The old man stumbled but recovered and dived off the bank about six feet down to the water. His legs were spread apart like a boot jack and his rear end looked like the pendulum on a grandfather’s clock with the keyhole in the middle. He hit the water with a great splash and swam to the Mexican side. We went and caught his mare and told him to come and get her. He said, “No Senor! No puedo ahorita. Mis huevos me duelen mucho.”
I like it when they slap my butt.
I may be blushing here.
I’ve heard thiscan happen.
So you were inspecting the old fella’s old fella?
zombie or no
could be thigh shrinkage.
I am 62 and mine have definitely been hanging way lower for the last few years.
I haven’t measured, but what I have noticed is the amount of weird hairs that sprout in weird places and grow to weird lengths before I notice them. Growing older sucks.
Found four inch hairs on my face (side thereof) at work. Played and fretted over them all day…now removed…and currently on hair patrol.
Hey, that is quite the new reality show…HAIR PATROL. Hmmmmm, he says distractedly.
Am I the only one who has seen Bad Grandpa with Johnny Knoxville?
First thing I thought of was him a that strip club dancing…and hanging low.