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fun memories - if you're old enough !
Mergatroyd!     Do you remember that word?  Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd?  Heavens to Mergatroyd!
 
The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a  Jalopy;  and he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?"  He had never heard of the word jalopy!  She knew she was old ... But not that old.
Well, I hope you are  Hunky Dory  after you read this and chuckle.
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.  These phrases included:   Don't touch that dial; Carbon copy; You sound like a broken record; and Hung out to dry.
Back in the olden days we had a lot of  moxie .  We'd put on  our best bib and tucker ,  to   straighten up and fly right.
Heavens to Betsy!   Gee whillikers!     Jumping Jehoshaphat!   Holy Moley!
We were  in like Flynn  and  living the life of Riley   ; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a  knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill.    Not for all the tea in China!
Back in the olden days, life used to be  swell,  but when's the last time anything was swell?   Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.
Oh, my aching back!   Kilroy was here,  but he isn't anymore.
We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say,  "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!"   Or,  "This is a fine kettle of fish!"  We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
Poof,  go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind.  We blink, and they're gone.  Where have all those great phrases gone?
Long gone:   Pshaw,    The milkman did it.   Hey! It's your nickel.    Don't forget to pull the chain.   Knee high to a grasshopper   Well, Fiddlesticks!   Going like sixty.   I'll see you in the funny papers.   Don't take any wooden nickels.   Wake up and smell the roses.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than  Carter has liver pills.   This can be disturbing stuff!   (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)
Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.
See ya later, alligator!   Okidoki.
You'll notice they left out  "Monkey Business"!!!
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S 
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49 minutes ago, centurycruiser said:
fun memories - if you're old enough !
Mergatroyd!     Do you remember that word?  Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd?  Heavens to Mergatroyd!
 
The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a  Jalopy;  and he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?"  He had never heard of the word jalopy!  She knew she was old ... But not that old.
Well, I hope you are  Hunky Dory  after you read this and chuckle.
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.  These phrases included:   Don't touch that dial; Carbon copy; You sound like a broken record; and Hung out to dry.
Back in the olden days we had a lot of  moxie .  We'd put on  our best bib and tucker ,  to   straighten up and fly right.
Heavens to Betsy!   Gee whillikers!     Jumping Jehoshaphat!   Holy Moley!
We were  in like Flynn  and  living the life of Riley   ; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a  knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill.    Not for all the tea in China!
Back in the olden days, life used to be  swell,  but when's the last time anything was swell?   Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.
Oh, my aching back!   Kilroy was here,  but he isn't anymore.
We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say,  "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!"   Or,  "This is a fine kettle of fish!"  We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
Poof,  go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind.  We blink, and they're gone.  Where have all those great phrases gone?
Long gone:   Pshaw,    The milkman did it.   Hey! It's your nickel.    Don't forget to pull the chain.   Knee high to a grasshopper   Well, Fiddlesticks!   Going like sixty.   I'll see you in the funny papers.   Don't take any wooden nickels.   Wake up and smell the roses.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than  Carter has liver pills.   This can be disturbing stuff!   (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)
Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.
See ya later, alligator!   Okidoki.
You'll notice they left out  "Monkey Business"!!!
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S 

 

Sorry. I gave up.

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6 hours ago, centurycruiser said:
fun memories - if you're old enough !
Mergatroyd!     Do you remember that word?  Would you believe the spell-checker did not recognize the word Mergatroyd?  Heavens to Mergatroyd!
 
The other day a not so elderly (I say 75) lady said something to her son about driving a  Jalopy;  and he looked at her quizzically and said, "What the heck is a Jalopy?"  He had never heard of the word jalopy!  She knew she was old ... But not that old.
Well, I hope you are  Hunky Dory  after you read this and chuckle.
About a month ago, I illuminated some old expressions that have become obsolete because of the inexorable march of technology.  These phrases included:   Don't touch that dial; Carbon copy; You sound like a broken record; and Hung out to dry.
Back in the olden days we had a lot of  moxie .  We'd put on  our best bib and tucker ,  to   straighten up and fly right.
Heavens to Betsy!   Gee whillikers!     Jumping Jehoshaphat!   Holy Moley!
We were  in like Flynn  and  living the life of Riley   ; and even a regular guy couldn't accuse us of being a  knucklehead, a nincompoop or a pill.    Not for all the tea in China!
Back in the olden days, life used to be  swell,  but when's the last time anything was swell?   Swell has gone the way of beehives, pageboys and the D.A.; of spats, knickers, fedoras, poodle skirts, saddle shoes, and pedal pushers.
Oh, my aching back!   Kilroy was here,  but he isn't anymore.
We wake up from what surely has been just a short nap, and before we can say,  "Well, I'll be a monkey's uncle!"   Or,  "This is a fine kettle of fish!"  We discover that the words we grew up with, the words that seemed omnipresent, as oxygen, have vanished with scarcely a notice from our tongues and our pens and our keyboards.
Poof,  go the words of our youth, the words we've left behind.  We blink, and they're gone.  Where have all those great phrases gone?
Long gone:   Pshaw,    The milkman did it.   Hey! It's your nickel.    Don't forget to pull the chain.   Knee high to a grasshopper   Well, Fiddlesticks!   Going like sixty.   I'll see you in the funny papers.   Don't take any wooden nickels.   Wake up and smell the roses.
It turns out there are more of these lost words and expressions than  Carter has liver pills.   This can be disturbing stuff!   (Carter's Little Liver Pills are gone too!)
Leaves us to wonder where Superman will find a phone booth.
See ya later, alligator!   Okidoki.
You'll notice they left out  "Monkey Business"!!!
WE ARE THE CHILDREN OF THE FABULOUS 50'S 

groovy 😉

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When do we start numbering the memes?

 

A man is sent to prison for the first time. The first night there, after the lights in the cell block are turned off, he immediately sees his cellmate going over to the bars and yelling, “twelve!”

The whole cell block breaks out laughing. A few minutes later, somebody else in the cell block yells, “four!” Again, the whole cell block breaks out laughing.

“Why are you guys just yelling numbers?” He asks his cellmate. “What’s so funny about random numbers?”

“Well,” says the older prisoner, “They’re not random. It’s just that we’ve all been in this here prison for so long, we all know all the same jokes. So after a while we just started giving them numbers and yelling those numbers is enough to remind us of the joke instead of telling it.”

Wanting to fit in, the new prisoner walks up to the bars and yells, “SIX!” But instead of laughter, a dead silence falls on the cell block. He turns to the older prisoner, “What’s wrong? Why didn’t I get any laughs?”

“You didn’t tell it right.”

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