oldmanwilly
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We used to have a couple of horses when I was younger, one being a sweet old paint horse creatively named "Paint." One day, my Opa started trying to convince us to sell Paint. Opa knew horses and was concerned that Paint would take a bite of feed and drop half of it back into the bucket before he was done chewing - apparently a sure sign that Paint was going downhill and would start needing more care than he was worth. My father quickly pointed out that, during his spiel, Opa had been eating tortilla chips and spilling crumbs on the ground beneath him, creating a sizeable pile. Opa chuckled and agreed that if he wasn't yet ready for the packing house then neither was Paint.Gravity is a beeotch !!! It seems like the older we men get, the more this happens ….
I think about that every time I (32) spill food (at least twice a day now).
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