Our Obsession With Old Men
I would just like to point out that this obsession isn't on purpose.
We have Tristan. We always tell him he's got an old man head. If you are likely to meet Tristan you shouldask to see his old man head. We have made many jokes and have many pictures of his old man head. Right TK.
When at Brett's house we always watch the old man across the street smoking, making fun of him and making our own voice for him. We make him say things he probably never would say. The real sad part is that we never went over to actually talk to the the man.
The best in this case IS saved for last. Brett, Tristan you know what I'm talking about. The Old Man Mask. For those of you that don't know what I am talking about I will explain:
1) The Old man mask is legend here. It is a Mask that I had had since I was a wee lad. It had long white hair, wrinkles that we had taken a pen and darkened to make it look even older, some well placed warts and smelt of old latex rubber that had been harden with age. The only thing scarier than the old man was when you turned it inside out to reveal the alien inside.
2) the purpose of the Mask was to scare you friends when they least expected it. While a pillow fight was in the midst you would either "accidentaly" turn the light out or fall under the bed. Whilst your victim was either confused, going in for the kill or telling you to turn the lights on you would be putting on the Old Man Mask. When you revealed yourself with the mask on your victim would scream in horror. I really to this day can't figure out why we were able to scare each other so many times when we knew it was coming.
3) Sometimes we would put a sheet over our heads then put the mask on and chase each other around the house or we would stand in the front window waving a cars people walking by or dancing for the heck of it. Of course we didn't have a camcorder at that time so we had to settle for audio. Which by the way is really funny my friends. Nothing better thant listeningto yourself at the tender age of 7 when you still sounded like a little girl screaming and yelling as your best frined crushes your skull in with a pillow or a G.I joe leg in your ass (Totally non-sexual) just so you know.
4) The death of the mask. It was sad but we knew it would happen. The mask finnaly gave up it's life after slowly crumbling apart inour hands. Not to say we didn't tape it, glue it and well put water on it to put some moistier back in it. We were kids you know. Since the demise of the Old Man Mask we have been looking for a replacement. No luck yet we have been looking for a good 7-8 years. If you have any ideas or know of a place please help us.
Well I hope you enjoyed this little adventure into the past I know I laughed many times while writing. Well to end this I will qoute my Friend Tristan (I just came across this qoute on an audio tape today).
"Here she comes."
"Who?"
"Me."
We have Tristan. We always tell him he's got an old man head. If you are likely to meet Tristan you shouldask to see his old man head. We have made many jokes and have many pictures of his old man head. Right TK.
When at Brett's house we always watch the old man across the street smoking, making fun of him and making our own voice for him. We make him say things he probably never would say. The real sad part is that we never went over to actually talk to the the man.
The best in this case IS saved for last. Brett, Tristan you know what I'm talking about. The Old Man Mask. For those of you that don't know what I am talking about I will explain:
1) The Old man mask is legend here. It is a Mask that I had had since I was a wee lad. It had long white hair, wrinkles that we had taken a pen and darkened to make it look even older, some well placed warts and smelt of old latex rubber that had been harden with age. The only thing scarier than the old man was when you turned it inside out to reveal the alien inside.
2) the purpose of the Mask was to scare you friends when they least expected it. While a pillow fight was in the midst you would either "accidentaly" turn the light out or fall under the bed. Whilst your victim was either confused, going in for the kill or telling you to turn the lights on you would be putting on the Old Man Mask. When you revealed yourself with the mask on your victim would scream in horror. I really to this day can't figure out why we were able to scare each other so many times when we knew it was coming.
3) Sometimes we would put a sheet over our heads then put the mask on and chase each other around the house or we would stand in the front window waving a cars people walking by or dancing for the heck of it. Of course we didn't have a camcorder at that time so we had to settle for audio. Which by the way is really funny my friends. Nothing better thant listeningto yourself at the tender age of 7 when you still sounded like a little girl screaming and yelling as your best frined crushes your skull in with a pillow or a G.I joe leg in your ass (Totally non-sexual) just so you know.
4) The death of the mask. It was sad but we knew it would happen. The mask finnaly gave up it's life after slowly crumbling apart inour hands. Not to say we didn't tape it, glue it and well put water on it to put some moistier back in it. We were kids you know. Since the demise of the Old Man Mask we have been looking for a replacement. No luck yet we have been looking for a good 7-8 years. If you have any ideas or know of a place please help us.
Well I hope you enjoyed this little adventure into the past I know I laughed many times while writing. Well to end this I will qoute my Friend Tristan (I just came across this qoute on an audio tape today).
"Here she comes."
"Who?"
"Me."
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