Tasmiyan politics is not to be confused with Tasmanian politics which, as it turns out I know nothing about.
I love old people. No matter who they are or what they believe in – they can wallow in miserable incontinence, hate me, even if they CAN’T HEAR WHAT I AM SAYING EVEN THOUGH I AM SHOUTING CAN YOU HEAR ME NOW?, drive slowly in the fast lane. Whatevs. There is something noble and distinguished about the grey hair, the wrinkles and the stilted gait.
Old people make me cry.
Husband: Did you hear about John Howard falling over?
Tasmiya: Yeah I heard something about it today.
Husband: He looks like a sad, pathetic old man. Do you want to see it? I’m sure it’s on YouTube – I can find it for you.
(Pause)
Tasmiya: …
Husband: Let me guess – you’ll see it and then you’ll feel sorry for him and then become a Liberal supporter.
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Tasmiya: Well…
Husband: Oh my God! I don’t believe it!
Tasmiya: But he’s old! And he tripped over!
Happy Birthday old man. Here’s hoping there are no more spills, trippings or tumblings closer to the election….
…for the sake of the COUNTRY.
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oh me too, me too. i love oldies. they’re the ones with the most awesome stories if you can get them to spill.
my nani used to tell me the most awesome stories f the times in india as she was growing up.
made me wish i was then instead of now.
Why am I not surprised? Something about some of your posts I get this feeling you like old people.
Aw, you are sooo sweet
And I’m not just saying that because I am old hehe
Ya Haqq!
I found you again!!! assallamu alaikum sis
I love old people too, but when I feel sorry for some of them, I think…wait a minute, they were young once and this is what they did in their youth…