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What makes a GOF?

One of the first times that I didn't get carded buying beer, many years ago, I happened to be with my wife. I told her that the checker thought she was my mom. Didn't go well......

I know what you mean...this thread has been fun because some responses trigger other responses and so it grows. Some of them are truths and some are embellishments.

Case in point:

You may recall I have referred to my wife as my mother. In other cases, I have referred to her as my daughter, or even, someone to do the heavy lifting. These are things I do, to break the monotony of the generic "Have a nice day". Fortunately, to me, I think she understands what I am doing. At least that was what I was hoping for...

She is a trooper and not without her own wit. In these instances, she usually counters with "Would you like to take him home with you?". At first I thought that this was harmless fun.

Then, I began thinking about all of those pet adoption sites and new bites advertised on TV. You know, the ones that offer free or discount adoptions, clear the shelters, microchip and free operations.

Then, there's this guy Will, @alaskaleftybass, on the GOF's Club that has roll call every Friday morning. I have dreaded Fridays for awhile now. He wants members to account for all finger, toes and appendages.

As each Friday comes, so does my increased fear of looking and having to respond.

Oh, I just realized. Tomorrow is Friday. Oh, well, gotta face the music...
 
Back in the late 70's and early 80's, as part of a farm subsidy program (iirc), the US government had cheese made and would give it to people. It's a real thing, you can look up the term and find more info, I suspect.
In the 90's a band named Government Cheese haunted the Bowling Green, KY area. Have played with several "associated" musicians in past 20 years.
 
80's good times

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Cat Whisperer here. This glyph is actually the work of a cat, and roughly translated means, "I hate you, get away from me." I pride myself on interpreting animals thusly - it's a gift!

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I recognize that. I grew up in a house full of cats and like to tell my pet sitting clients that my mom was the crazy cat lady. Really it was my dad. At one point we had 14 cats living in our home.
 
I call everyone sir and ma’am.

Where and when I grew up, that was considered a sign of respect and not a slight.

I grew up living with my grandfather who was born in 1907 in Mississippi. I reckon that had something to do with that.

When I went to Basic Training, I wound up owing my Drill Sergeant a 1000 pushups because I habitually answered, “Yes, sir” or “No, sir.” In case you were never in the service, Drill Sergeants do not like that, contrary to what you may have seen on TV or in the
movies.

Being grumpy with folks is on you. It has nothing to do with anyone else.

People do what people do. How you react or respond to anyone or anything that happens in your life is totally up to you and on you.

It’s your choice what you do.

Or you can be a victim and just the Tidy Bowl man in the toilet of life, while you attempt to blame everyone that you’re unhappy with for your actions.

My grandfather told me, “Son, it doesn’t cost you a dime to be a gentleman. If you are a gentleman , you will reap a great return in life.”
 
I call everyone sir and ma’am.

Where and when I grew up, that was considered a sign of respect and not a slight.

I grew up living with my grandfather who was born in 1907 in Mississippi. I reckon that had something to do with that.

When I went to Basic Training, I wound up owing my Drill Sergeant a 1000 pushups because I habitually answered, “Yes, sir” or “No, sir.” In case you were never in the service, Drill Sergeants do not like that, contrary to what you may have seen on TV or in the
movies.

Being grumpy with folks is on you. It has nothing to do with anyone else.

People do what people do. How you react or respond to anyone or anything that happens in your life is totally up to you and on you.

It’s your choice what you do.

Or you can be a victim and just the Tidy Bowl man in the toilet of life, while you attempt to blame everyone that you’re unhappy with for your actions.

My grandfather told me, “Son, it doesn’t cost you a dime to be a gentleman. If you are a gentleman , you will reap a great return in life.”
I call everyone sir and ma’am.

Where and when I grew up, that was considered a sign of respect and not a slight.

I grew up living with my grandfather who was born in 1907 in Mississippi. I reckon that had something to do with that.

When I went to Basic Training, I wound up owing my Drill Sergeant a 1000 pushups because I habitually answered, “Yes, sir” or “No, sir.” In case you were never in the service, Drill Sergeants do not like that, contrary to what you may have seen on TV or in the
movies.

Being grumpy with folks is on you. It has nothing to do with anyone else.

People do what people do. How you react or respond to anyone or anything that happens in your life is totally up to you and on you.

It’s your choice what you do.

Or you can be a victim and just the Tidy Bowl man in the toilet of life, while you attempt to blame everyone that you’re unhappy with for your actions.

My grandfather told me, “Son, it doesn’t cost you a dime to be a gentleman. If you are a gentleman , you will reap a great return in life.”


One can be both a gentleman and GOF simultaneously.;)

Living in the South, this is almost the rule for most successful middle-aged to older men.

"Which wolf do you feed?" Comes to mind.

We should always aspire to our highest self but occasionally that just isn't much fun.
 
We were interstate for a 2 night gig and one of the guys brought his 18 year old son who was into fitness. He heard myself and the drummer saying we'll get up early and go for a run and told us he'd like to come.
He spent the rest of the night making snarky remarks about my age and how I'd struggle to run a mile.
The next morning we met outside the hotel, after about 2 miles the young guy was lagging behind. "How far are you going to run"? he asked. We told him about 10 miles or so, his reply was "I'm going back to the hotel, how do you do it at your age"?
My reply was "the paint job may have faded son but the engine is still firing on all eight", he put his head down and trudged back the way we had come. G.O.F. -1, young smartypants - 0.
 
What is Government Cheese?

Free food that used to be handed out to people who were considered impoverished or just, well, old. My grandmother got government cheese and peanut butter once a month. Just for being old. I guess they figured if you were old, you were poor, so they gave it to you. The cheese was incredible. Imagine a slice of American Cheese, but a foot long. It was meant for whole families, but the individual got the same item as the family did. There was no way my tiny grandma would eat it all herself so I would go to her house and eat it everyday! LOL

The PB wasn't quite as good. It was thick and oily. It would separate in the can and when you opened it, you had to stir up the oil back into the dry peanut butter underneath. I wasnt as crazy about that stuff.

I would seriously eat a whole block of the cheese right now if I had some.

BnB
 
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Now you're just making me want a grilled cheese...

Great thing about this stuff was that it wasn't sliced, so when you wanted a sandwich, you could put this huge hunk of it on there!

Did I mention that I was overweight in the 80s? (who am I kidding, I'm overweight in the 20-teens!)

BnB
 
Now you're just making me want a grilled cheese...

Great thing about this stuff was that it wasn't sliced, so when you wanted a sandwich, you could put this huge hunk of it on there!

Did I mention that I was overweight in the 80s? (who am I kidding, I'm overweight in the 20-teens!)

BnB

Not me, as I have aged, I have lost weight...I think it has something to do with not having to put gas in a car you are not driving ;).
 
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Now you're just making me want a grilled cheese...

Great thing about this stuff was that it wasn't sliced, so when you wanted a sandwich, you could put this huge hunk of it on there!

Did I mention that I was overweight in the 80s? (who am I kidding, I'm overweight in the 20-teens!)

BnB

"It's so orange, it's like, how much more orange could this be?"

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