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I used to live next door to a pair of elderly naturists, only finding out about their hobby when they bade me a cheerful, saggy 'Hello' while I was 25 feet up a ladder repairing the chimney. Luckily, a bush broke my fall, but the memory of a fat, naked man in an ill-fitting wig will live with me forever.
( , Thu 1 Oct 2009, 12:41)
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The Young-at-hearts
Couple in their late 50s/early 60s (usually called Sheila/Barbara/Doreen etc), now their children have flown the nest, are free to spend their evenings in an Echo Falls and Guinness induced stupor, with their home theatre+kareoke system shaking the walls as they watch the late night repeat of Eastenders at Iron Maiden concert volume levels.
"Incapacity Man"
Getting up at 2pm every afternoon to stride briskly to the bookies, chip shop and off license with his ill gotten benefit money. Seen next day wincing in "pain" at GP surgery, complete with crutches and a wad of free prescriptions.
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