I have a nasal hair clipper which helps to get rid of those stray hairs.

I have bald from the mid-twenties - about the time hair started growing on my back...

Yeah, that's one for the evolutionists! Why do we get hairier as we get older, and then only in certain places? And not places where we need hair protection! Ear hair is a classic, by anyone's view, there's just no point! I'm fortunate that I still have a full head of hair, but the hair in all those other places - what's that about???

I had a friend that had a really cool nasal hair trimmer. It was a small cylinder shape that stuck up your nose and twisted the bottom and the hairs were pulled into little holes and cut by some sort of cutting device. It worked much better than either of the 2 trimmers that I have!

I really hate nasal and ear hair. there is no excuse for not getting rid of it!!

I have a nasal hair clipper which helps to get rid of those stray hairs.

beware the day the battery runs low and not longer clips but drags them out by the roots (ouch)

I have bald from the mid-twenties - about the time hair started growing on my back...

Considered gettting a hair transplant?

CB

I have bald from the mid-twenties

What, since the 1920's youv'e been bald

about the time hair started growing on my back...

Is the hair on your back long enough to comb it over your head

a la Chewbacca

I chewed tobacco once. But I wasn't plucking or trimming, nor hacking nor swimming...

DSK, WHAT bleeding blueprints?

a la Chewbacca

So what do you do with it - trim, shave, wax, or plait?

The conversations on this forum are astounding

CB

I had a friend of mine say something about getting older which could be in the profound sayings thread.

"There are some things we dislike about getting older, but there are more things we like about getting older."

Cool!

I had a friend of mine say something about getting older which could be in the profound sayings thread.

"There are some things we dislike about getting older, but there are more things we like about getting older."

Cool!

There are some things I dislike about getting older but it beats the alternative

CB

It"s tough that staying alive means getting old.

It's also tough that most of what you do in your life amounts to very little.

And it's either tough or merciful that what ever we do, say or think life just rolls on regardless.

I'm Not Old...Just Mature

Today at the drugstore, the clerk was a gent.

From my purchase this chap took off ten percent.

I asked for the cause of a lesser amount;

And he answered, "Because of the Seniors Discount."

I went to McDonald's for a burger and fries;

And there, once again, got quite a surprise.

The clerk poured some coffee which he handed to me.

He said, "For you, Seniors, the coffee is free."

Understand---I'm not old---I'm merely mature;

But some things are changing, temporarily, I'm sure.

The newspaper print gets smaller each day,

And people speak softer---can't hear what they say.

My teeth are my own (I have the receipt),

and my glasses identify people I meet.

Oh, I've slowed down a bit...not a lot, I am sure.

You see, I'm not old...I'm only mature.

The gold in my hair has been bleached by the sun.

You should see all the damage that chlorine has done.

Washing my hair has turned it all white,

But don't call it gray...saying "blond" is just right.

My car is all paid for...not a baht is owed.

Yet a kid yells, "Old farang...get off of the road!"

My car has no scratches...not even a dent.

Still I get all that guff from a driver who's "hel_l bent."

My friends all get older...much faster than me.

They seem much more wrinkled, from what I can see.

I've got "character lines," not wrinkles...for sure,

But don't call me old...just call me mature.

The steps in the houses they're building today

Are so high that they take...your breath all away;

And the streets are much steeper than ten years ago.

That should explain why my walking is slow.

But I'm keeping up on what's hip and what's new,

And I think I can still dance a mean boogaloo.

I'm still in the running...in this I'm secure,

I'm not really old ... I'm only mature.

Peter

Thanks Peter, never heard that one before.

Nice poem, Peter. Is it yours?

I thought there was a seperate poetry thread?

back on topic,

I'm not the pheasant plucker,

I'm the pheasant plucker's son,

I'll be busy plucking feathers

when the pheasant plucker comes...

back on topic,

I'm not the pheasant plucker,

I'm the pheasant plucker's son,

I'll be busy plucking feathers

when the pheasant plucker comes...

Wrong thread mate. You need the profound sayings thread. Or, on second thoughts, maybe not!!!

It's about phucking isn't it?

er.. I mean, euhm.. plucking...

It's about phucking isn't it?

er.. I mean, euhm.. plucking...

Oh kayo, go back and read the op!

It's about phucking isn't it?

er.. I mean, euhm.. plucking...

Oh kayo, go back and read the op!

Go back and have the op.