My late father-in-law called himself an old fart, but I could never bring myself to describe him in that fashion. He was tickled when I called him a hoser geezer, though (he was Canadian.)
Hell, I am an old fart now, so watch out you young, wet behind the ears, whippersnappers. The older I get the more fun it is to drive slowly in the left lane just to tick you off.
I get called old by several of the younger members here, who obviously have a death wish. I call my stepfather one, because he is. Actually, he is a grumpy old (insert profanity here) but Christmas is coming, so I have to be nice.
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