Pearls Before Swine by Stephan Pastis for October 18, 2013

Why exactly does wanting others to respect your property make you old?:Do “young” people welcome burglars into their homes?

I think Stephan is losing it. This comic makes no sense.

Hey, Mister, can we have our ball back? >Don’t take that tone with me, young man! I fought the war for your sort. >Bet you’re sorry you won. Give us a kiss.

“You young whippersnappers!” is a dead giveaway too. That and quoting un-classic toons from the sixties and seventies.

I have had young kids say that Elvis Presley was a basketball player. Or ask me if Roger Moore was a singer.

A really crotchety Old Man would live in a house with a front porch, where he would be sitting in his rocking chair, sipping an adult beverage, and cradling his double-barrelled 12-gauge…. Punks!

We had an old neighbor who would come running across my lawn to yell at my kids who had run across his lawn…………..

to feel old, remember when people had reel to reel machines, 8 tracks, cassette players? or, that cars had fins? or, the draft? or, tv shows like hr puffnstuff, banana splits, johnny quest? or, making $19k per year is upper middle class? or, dos, basic, qbasic, pascal, cobol, assembler?

CORAL-66, PILOT, FORTH, ALGOL, FORTRAN, LISP, HASP, SNA, SDLC, EBCDIC, BCD….

Used to be ‘Paul McCartney was in a band?" Now it’s ’Who’s Paul McCartney?"

56 year old sausage fingers hit the submit button twice. Dangburn www dot world wide interweb!

“Put another candle on my birthday cake, we’re gonna bake, a birthday ca-ake! Put another candle on my birthday cake, I’m another year old today!”

That “…get off my lawn!” routine works better with a rifle.

Is that a cardigan sweater Rat’s wearing? Arianne, I applaud the Hard Day’s Night reference!

Love the comments! Maybe some youngsters will learn something?

I have a sign on my front yard “PERVERT” but they still come over and make faces at me…sigh!

I had to tell the neighbor several times that I encourage her kids to use my lawn; we’re on a hill and they have no yard to speak of. I have no kids of my own, so I tell them to feel free to run around in my yard. And their dog, a Golden Retriever: needs the room. And I keep an emergency pooper scooper hanging on my deck.

Fuzzy Lumpkin.

Sigh, no crocs since Aug 1.

Jack Armstrong, the All-American Boy! Terry and the Pirates. “Faster than a speeding bullet! . . .” Steve Canyon.Charlie McCarthy. Jack Benny. Fred Allen (Mrs. Nussbaum: “You were expecting maybe . . .”) Inner Sanctum. Corliss Archer. Let’s Pretend. Radio shows, all. TV wasn’t on the home scene yet.

Talk about old…what about lawn bowling?

You know you’re old when you try coming up with terms to make being old sound not so bad so you don’t have to accept it. Or when you keep trying to change middle age. Both my folks are in their 60s and there is absolutely nothing wrong with that. But my mom keeps saying things like you take you’re current age and multiply it by two to figure out when you’ll hit middle age. Or she’s no old, she’s vintage because that sounds better than old.

I’m almost in my 40s myself (next year in fact) and I live by the same Papa Smurf philosophy my grandmother seemed to live by. “You’re only as old as you think you are.” Some days I feel like I’m in my 70s or older, some days I feel like I’m back in my teens. I don’t care that I’m growing older, I look at the last twenty or so years of my grandmother’s life for that. She knew she was a senior citizen and for most of those years she tended to have so much energy and tended to feel thirty years younger than she was. She didn’t try to push things like she really was thirty years younger. She accepted growing older but had that young as you think you are mentality.

It is no fun growing old, but the alternative is worse.

“You’re only as old as you think you are.” My philosophy is if you don’t act your age, you won’t look it. Really, though, I realized I was old when the X-ray tech no longer bothered asking if I might be pregnant.

Yep… The truth hurts, Goat.

LOL xxx

MORE &%$#@ CROCS!

I’m 76 years old and if Pastis showed up on my lawn I would definitely, not use a cane, more likely would be a pesticide.

I’ve dealt with young whippersnappers all my life. I’ve got to say they’re mostly very nice people.

go too ur ice box an get a cold beer an relax

SOOOOO true.

I don’t remember any old codger using the word ‘chaps’. A-holes, maybe.