I have the same phone as Ptilk. Got 2 for free. $70 a month for me and the wife.

 

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I dont even know why I have a cell phone. I rarely turn it on and only use it for emergencies. Yet, my cell phone bill is quite high, because my youngest sons cell features are top of the line. I have unlimited texting. But , I get few texts because they know my phone is turned off.

 

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I was the same way for years, then I found out younger women wont go out with you if you tell them "I don't text"....and at my age, dating younger women is the only viable option.

I disagree. I like women our age (plus or minus ten years). They are a challenge. I enjoy younger women, too. Some are 30 going on 50 mentally.

 

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Damn... how old are you again Ptilkie?!

 

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If I was in a city of any size that would be true.

I live in bumfark nowhere however, and all the women over 40, let alone 50, are either married or so evil/ugly/stupid/crack addicted/whatever that no one...not even the drunk, unemployed losers that the good looking women have to settle for will go near them.

Closest I got was 38, plain as a nun but seemed nice enough, if a little stupid....and found out after 2 dates that she lost her kids to the state for being addicted to meth a few years ago. Pass.

Ptilk your as Bad as me


You’re the head on the spear
You’re the nail on the cross
You’re the fly in my beer
You’re the key that got lost
You’re the letter from Jesus on the bathroom wall
You’re mother superior in only a bra
You’re the same kind of bad as me

I’m the hat on the bed
I’m the coffee instead
The fish or cut bait
I’m the detective up late
I’m the blood on the floor
The thunder and the roar
The boat that won’t sink
I just won’t sleep a wink
You’re the same kind of bad as me

No good you say
Well that’s good enough for me

You’re the wreath that caught fire
You’re the preach to the choir
You bite down on the sheet
But your teeth have been wired
You skid in the rain
You’re trying to shift
You’re grinding the gears
You’re trying to shift
And you’re the same kind of bad as me

They told me you were no good
I know you’ll take care of all my needs
You’re the same kind of bad as me

I’m the mattress in the back
I’m the old gunnysack
I’m the one with the gun
Most likely to run
I’m the car in the weeds
If you cut me I’ll bleed
You’re the same kind of bad as me
You’re the same kind of bad as me


[Your statement about the rural women reminded me this line: You’re mother superior in only a bra

 

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I love Tom Waits. Saw him, Leonard Cohen, John Cale, and Lou Reed do a spoken word/vaudevillian cabaret thing years ago in NYC.

I am posting from my android.
I have unlimited web/data and texting.
I pay $25/mo.
I bet yer landline isn't even that cheap.

 

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I love texting.

On average, every month I send/receive between 4000-6000 texts messages

 

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