Icefishing at its best.

That photo brings up way, way too many questions:

1. What the heck are they both looking at? A bear? A moose? A badger? What?

2. Are they actually drinking cold beer while ice fishing?

3. Is this a topless ice fishing lake?

I'm so confused by this photo.

They were looking at the Swedish Bikini team.

I think JHAP needs to cut back on his cold medicine.

He needs to take either more of it or less of it. I can't quite figure out which.

I think that Dwight posted the answer before the question was asked.

Today, I had to show my ID at the store to get some cold medicine for Gail. The check-out girl (about my age) said that kids can use it to get high or make something to get high.

My question, whatever happened to beer? She started laughing so hard that they had to bring in a pink and purple haired trainee to finish the check-out.

I think I may have posted this story before -- but, that is what old age is all about.

In the late winter several years ago we had a very warm day, and I decided to go fishing after work. I needed a new annual fishing license.

To get a fishing or hunting license in Virginia or West Virginia, you must prove state residency with a driver's license.

I got my new annual fishing license. I went fishing in my favorite hole on the Shenandoah River. I caught some real nice big fat bluegill. On the way home I felt that I needed some beer to help clean the fish.

The local supermarket had just been refurbished. The only isle open at 8:30 PM, on a cool late-winter evening, was the new self-service isle. I went through with a six pack of beer, which set off alarms.

A pretty young blond came over and asked for my ID. At the time, I was about 58 years old, I was mostly bald, and I was a member of the esteemed "gray beards" mentor group at work.

I thought she was joking. That made her angry. She insisted. I got out my wallet -- my driver's license was missing. I'd forgotten it at the sporting goods counter where I got my fishing license. No beer for me, she insisted!

I dug further through my wallet and found my AARP card. She accepted it as proof of age!

I got my beer. I cleaned my fish. I went back to the sporting goods counter, and got my drivers license back.

We had a great early-springtime fish fry.

P.S. I'm in the middle of my annual physical, which takes about four weeks. Friday is "blood day." No pink and purple haired trainees for me. I want one of the 80 year-old "blue haired" ladies with 60 years of experience.

This is one of the most reasonable responses that I've heard in a while.



I'm trying to cut back on the Nyquil/Dayquil abuse but it's not easy. You can't just go cold turkey, you have to ween off it slowly.

It was obvious. They are sucking in their guts so what else could it have been.

Nyquil/Dayquil DT's. Now there is something to look forward to.

Interesting observation. I hadn't studied the photo that carefully but now that you mention it I see what you mean.



This is going to be a burden for all of us. I'm told that NQ/DQ withdrawal can result in bizarre behavior. Given that my "normal" behavior is, how shall I put this, on the very edge of societal norms to begin with I think that adding in NQ/DQ dt's could in fact have some "interesting" side effects. I guess what I'm trying to say here is that things are liable to get worse before they get better.

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Personally I chase sleeping tablets with Red Bull and let them fight it out. Makes those early AM radio stations way more interesting.