User:Grandpa Gavins

I am older than dirt and I fart dust. In my day zeds had to walk 50 miles uphill in the snow carrying 4 bushels of corn both ways just to get a small peace of brain...and we were happy to get it. We didn't have claws, so we had to use cats that we borrowed from the neighbor in the next county, but we didn't call 'em cats back then, we called 'em purring furs. Nobody had flak jackets, we had to use old burlap potato sacks. And you survivors have it really easy now, back during the depression, you only got one gun and you had to share it with half the county, and you could only shoot once a month, but we couldn't afford bullets, so we had to use rabbit pellets we collected while searching for pop bottles, that we sold back to the store.