I just missed a golden opportunity to play the classic character of a scowling pipe smoker hollering at some kids to get off his lawn. I was sitting on the back deck and heard some kids messing around at the side of the house. They scared the **** out of my cat and I don't play that. So I ran to the gate, pumped my fist in the air, and hollered, "Hey, you little brats, get off my lawn!" They hastily ran off but I'm certain I would have had a more indelible impression if my fist had a pipe in it. When I play that incident over in my head, I imagine myself looking like the shrewd judge or the old man on the Orlik and Gordon Pym tobacco tins respectively. Mick McQuaid looks too happy for something like that.
Classic pipe moment. without a pipe!
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that kind of situation would have called for a billiard loaded with some navy flake... perfect for fist pumping and yelling at neighbours kids,... a lot different from my approach which would have been more like
"Pass me the ball, I'm Open"
"Pass me the ball, I'm Open"
They knew the pipe was there in spirit.. damn kids!
were you at least wearing an onion on your belt, which was the fashion in the day? 
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were you at least wearing an onion on your belt, which was the fashion in the day?
No onion. I couln't get white onions because of the war. The only thing I could get was those big yellow ones, so...
were you at least wearing an onion on your belt, which was the fashion in the day?
Is it good or bad that this event happened on June Dickety-9th....that damn Kaiser...
were you at least wearing an onion on your belt, which was the fashion in the day?
Does the fact that we are using a quote from a 20 year old simpsons episode reinforce the fact that we are old?
I'm going to be 29 this year. Does that make me old too or just awesome that I'm quoting stuff from when I was 9?
Yes, we are old.
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I'm with Owen, we are old. Mid-thirties and I feel old all the time. I smoke a pipe and cigar and use the odd pinch of snuff. I enjoy fishing and listening to baseball on the radio; seperately they are both fine, together they are devine. I shave with razors maded in the 1950s and whip up my own hot shaving lather with a badger or boar brush. These are not only the activities of old men, they are also old-timey activities, which make me very happy.
