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poise -> Old Age and Technology (2/24/2013 7:38:44 PM)

An elderly woman is standing in a crowded line at the local coffee house, when much to her dismay, her bowels start rumbling, a sure sign that she is about to let one rip. Luckily, there is music playing rather loudly, and she figures she can pass gas without being heard over the music. So, putting on her best poker face ever, she farts to the beat of the song, looking straight ahead as if nothing is happening.

Once she is done and feeling tremendous relief, she notices that everyone is staring at her, and that some people are even backing away. It’s only then that she realizes the music was coming from the ipod connected to her headphones.




Spiritedsub2 -> RE: Old Age and Technology (2/24/2013 7:43:14 PM)

I hope I'm not laughing this hard because I know this could be me before I know it!




MrRodgers -> RE: Old Age and Technology (2/24/2013 8:14:40 PM)


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ORIGINAL: poise

An elderly woman is standing in a crowded line at the local coffee house, when much to her dismay, her bowels start rumbling, a sure sign that she is about to let one rip. Luckily, there is music playing rather loudly, and she figures she can pass gas without being heard over the music. So, putting on her best poker face ever, she farts to the beat of the song, looking straight ahead as if nothing is happening.

Once she is done and feeling tremendous relief, she notices that everyone is staring at her, and that some people are even backing away. It’s only then that she realizes the music was coming from the ipod connected to her headphones.


Pretty funny girl. A bit like looking for your phone while talking on it.




lovethyself -> RE: Old Age and Technology (2/24/2013 8:17:42 PM)

Or looking for your glasses (in my case, sunglasses) that are on top of your head.




FrostedFlake -> RE: Old Age and Technology (2/24/2013 11:30:45 PM)

It may be that old folks don't remember the things they forgot when they were younger.

One of my worst was, I was going on liberty. The gate asked for my ID. I didn't (seem) to have it. I returned to the barracks and tore my room up. An hour later I found the card. In my left hand.




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