On Being a Car-Less Driver and Other Frustrations

Can't reach those cookies
at five... can't date till I'm twelve...
  can't drive a car till
  sixteen...can't buy a drink then...   
Off to fight wars at eighteen...
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Krutsinger Avatar
February 27, 2019 at 8:56 AM
Off to fight war at eighteen, and yet not old enough to drink. Silly contrast if you ask me.
Wolf Avatar
February 27, 2019 at 3:22 PM
Easily explained by our pols: No one should try to fight a war drunk. (LOL). :) gw
Gorelick Avatar
February 26, 2019 at 4:29 PM
Enjoyed this little gem...BG
Wolf Avatar
February 26, 2019 at 9:16 PM
Thank you so much, Barabara. Appreciated! Best wishes, Gershon
Faulkner Avatar
February 26, 2019 at 3:56 PM
Yes I think sending teenagers to war is far too extreme - also love the cookies line! We have to move things like cookies back so our dog doesn't get them, and he has a long reach!
Wolf Avatar
February 26, 2019 at 9:16 PM
Yes! Let the old phogies fight the wars. That'll stop war in its tracks.... and yes, 'C' is for COOKIE, as Cookie Monster used to famously say on the Muppets. :) gw
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