I think lots here feel like that. That's why I like hanging on pot forums....like minded people.Best island ever. I wished I could live there when I first saw Rudolph as a kid. Not kidding. I felt strongly that I'd instantly belong on that island and none of the "misfit" toys that lived on the island seemed defective to me; just different.
Word is you invited dirt....happy birthday Walt.Haven't a clue...
Which brings me to the Ultimate Question I ask on the evening before my birthday tomorrow.
Oh yes. I was born (on probation) in Sharon, Connecticut on a wintery night in 1940.
I've always felt responsible for WWII. I got borned, and the whole fargin world blew up.
Oh, the question (it's Boo/Tog's fault -- I am zooming) the question is: At 83, am I still the oldest, or did one-a youse bastages gain on me?