(August 4, 2013 at 2:39 pm)missluckie26 Wrote: I used to volunteer in a nursing home after school every day just so I could spend time with my mom on her shift. Its surreal walking those halls, wondering which type you'll be. I called lots of them grandma and visited them till the end. I also got beat up by a supernaturally strong fit old woman named Charlie who was trying to escape! Most of the time though Charlie just dragged a dementia patient around, and called her George. I found them many a time dressed up coats and suitcases and all, waiting for the train to come. Or in bed together? There were so, so many lives and stories I got to learn about I am happy for the experience. I just hope I don't end up as a crazy ladies bitch though.
I hope I get old enough to go into an old folks home. My wife ran the cafeteria in an unassisted living old folks home a few years back. I'd take our girls up there on the weekend occasionally to eat lunch and see the wife.
Way more women than guys. The men were hot commodities if they made it that far.
It would be kind of funny if I got 10 times more ass in my 80's than I did back in my 20's.
I'd find me some hot 70 something (Hey! I'd be in my 80's!) and tear that woman up.
Everything I needed to know about life I learned on Dagobah.