Fish hugger.
That was ONE time and you said she wasn't seeing anyone. As far as I'm concerned, you're still in the jealous train to lonely town after you saw how special our love was.
You know you're a Cranky Vaper if....
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That was ONE time and you said she wasn't seeing anyone. As far as I'm concerned, you're still in the jealous train to lonely town after you saw how special our love was.
*gasp*
Fired one over the bow there....
And, for the record, these gills coupled with our upright posture are pretty much proof that we have sailed far past your knuckle-dragging genes in the evolutionary chain, so have fun with that back hair ya troglodyte.
Fired one over the bow there....
And, for the record, these gills coupled with our upright posture are pretty much proof that we have sailed far past your knuckle-dragging genes in the evolutionary chain, so have fun with that back hair ya troglodyte.
I do eat a lot of Jell-o. That happens when you get old and can't digest.
Now gimme your Jell-o and get outta my kitchen!
im not a cranky old vapor or a curmudgeon. just a dirty old man. I have a few more years to go before I get cranky 
Don't make me take your walker and your lawn mower keys ole manTo much rucus.....................Knock it off!
Squonker always sounded sorta dirty to me. I think there's a bunch of dirty minded perverts thinking up these names! Tootle Puffers!! Modwhompers!! Just a bunch of filthy little minds making stuff up!
Don't make me take your walker and your lawn mower keys ole man
Oh snap..............there she is again
Back in yer own yard!
Runs..................................................................
Made from aluminum billet smelted in China from Argentinian bauxite ore from a mine that used to be rain forest, shipped to our shores on a Greek freighter with Liberian registry owned by a shell corp for the Russian Mafia, crafted on a Chinese CNC mill that's a clone of a German design. Yup, real hunk of Murica you got there..
Yes, I'm that type of cranky vaper.
Or maybe, just a crank. Sometimes it's hard even for me to tell.
Don't blather ter me aboyt yisser fancy 'igh powered mod, or yisser fifty dollar a ml premium 'ole fiddlin' juice. or yisser fancy double twisted reverse spinnin' upside down turd smashin' coil. if yer canny make a decent vape oyt av basic set up, shut yisser bake, git de feck aff me lan, oyt av me lan' an' aff me langer lawn.
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Drink!!
Vape!!!
I get cranky over those saying things like:
I get cranky because I normally am busy with other things. I fetch the firewood, slop the hogs, feed the dogs, mow the lawn, fix the trucks, build the houses, chase after stupid wandering bands of gypsy (romny), dance with devils, find nuc-lear vassals, shuck & grind corn ... etc, etc, etc. In a few spare moments I vape, get coffee I.V.s.
( Just stopped and realized, I do actually tend to doing most of the above. Think maybe two things are slight exaggerations for the sake of levity. What would I need nuclear vessels for? Why chase romny? Now, I have to go find out. )
I wear my wife's pants sometimes because I get confused over where I am, which direction I'm going, if my name is George, Joe, or maybe Fred in that instance. Life is crazy so I fight back with crazy. So, yep I can be cranky. I get extra cranky over those beanie heads yammer about how their pretty little neck tie will save us all, on that idiot box thang. D... mashers!
( Yep, do wear her pants every once in a while. And it usually is a matter of simply getting our clothes confused. She often grabs my shirts though, it all evens out. And I do seem to have a loathing of politicians for some anarchist reason or another. Gee, got to watch I don't ahem self-radicalize. )
I get cranky over having to figure out how to get into bed to avoid fussing from our cranky old dog. Wife then fusses because she has to put up with two cranky old dogs. ".itch, go back to sleep", I often think of saying yet never do out of being way too nice and not stupid. No matter any mad ninja/super farm boy skills I'd have, ever call her that and I'd risk fates worse than death. Then, I would be cranky.
I get cranky over not having flying cars yet. I get cranky because my Linux box is just now figuring out that I like creamer in my coffee. I fuss and tell it a Windows machine would have ... then I get even more cranky because it aliases rm -f / *.* to ls.
But I don't say I'm cranky. Nah, I'm cantankerous.
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I get cranky because I normally am busy with other things. I fetch the firewood, slop the hogs, feed the dogs, mow the lawn, fix the trucks, build the houses, chase after stupid wandering bands of gypsy (romny), dance with devils, find nuc-lear vassals, shuck & grind corn ... etc, etc, etc. In a few spare moments I vape, get coffee I.V.s.
( Just stopped and realized, I do actually tend to doing most of the above. Think maybe two things are slight exaggerations for the sake of levity. What would I need nuclear vessels for? Why chase romny? Now, I have to go find out. )
I wear my wife's pants sometimes because I get confused over where I am, which direction I'm going, if my name is George, Joe, or maybe Fred in that instance. Life is crazy so I fight back with crazy. So, yep I can be cranky. I get extra cranky over those beanie heads yammer about how their pretty little neck tie will save us all, on that idiot box thang. D... mashers!
( Yep, do wear her pants every once in a while. And it usually is a matter of simply getting our clothes confused. She often grabs my shirts though, it all evens out. And I do seem to have a loathing of politicians for some anarchist reason or another. Gee, got to watch I don't ahem self-radicalize. )
I get cranky over having to figure out how to get into bed to avoid fussing from our cranky old dog. Wife then fusses because she has to put up with two cranky old dogs. ".itch, go back to sleep", I often think of saying yet never do out of being way too nice and not stupid. No matter any mad ninja/super farm boy skills I'd have, ever call her that and I'd risk fates worse than death. Then, I would be cranky.
I get cranky over not having flying cars yet. I get cranky because my Linux box is just now figuring out that I like creamer in my coffee. I fuss and tell it a Windows machine would have ... then I get even more cranky because it aliases rm -f / *.* to ls.
But I don't say I'm cranky. Nah, I'm cantankerous.
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