Well, do ya?
I can snap my fingers..elbows,back, neck, wrist's and ankles.
My knee's will not co-operate.
Wish they would.

I can add toes, jaw and sternum to that list.

My knees and ankles pop.
...usually after sitting for a while.

Fingers and wrists, too.
...and jaw (TMJ).

Does creaking count?? All my bones seem to do that these days!

If I try to sit "Indian" style everything pops and cracks when I attempt to stand up. It ain't pretty.
Usually it's just knuckles and big toes.

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Well, do ya?

Things getting a little slow out their in the east Xfuzz?


bdGreen

Sorry, I thought this was a thread about Nuns.

I can wiggle my ears.

Right ankle, toes on both feet, both knees, both wrists, elbows, left shoulder, back, sternum, neck, jaw on the left side only and, for a while after it was fractured, my nose, where the cartilage connects to the bony part. They are all things that have been bashed, twisted or hyperextended at some point in life.



I tell people that in a previous life I was a bowl of Rice Crispies. Snap, Crackle and Pop!

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Originally posted by jjones33:
Sorry, I thought this was a thread about Nuns.

50 years later, and I can STILL feel it!

Knuckles and knees before my feet even reached the floor. Occasionally wrists.

At this point in life, the only thing that doesn't pop are my eyelids.

The rest of me sounds like a kid playing with bubble wrap every time I move.

"You can't lie to a nun. We got to go in and visit the penguin. ..."

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Originally posted by Tom M:

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Originally posted by jjones33:
Sorry, I thought this was a thread about Nuns.

50 years later, and I can STILL feel it!

Tom, me too. St Annes at Arden and Mound.They threw me out after 8th grade in 1965. Those were the MEANEST nuns on the face of the earth. They started the high school that fall, I ended up going to Furhman and then on to Cousino. Thank God! I think those sadistic witches were trained in discipline and torture by the Spanish Inquisitors. My knuckles are still bruised from the pointer whacks, my one ear is still stretched above my head from the "ARE YOU LISTENING TO ME,YOUNG MAN?", and I still have a bald patch,that's getting bigger by the way, from the hair pull to get me to stand up to "GET TO THE OFFICE-TELL MOTHER SUPERIOR WHAT YOU DID".THEY did teach me how to read and write, think logically, question everything and cite sources, despite my reluctance to participate in my education. Ahh, the good old days........