I'm 42 today, so it's time for a self-diagnostic.
Boobs and ball sack saggier? Check.
Hair grayer? Check.
Increased frequency of senior moments? Check.
More cynical outlook? Check.
Deteriorating eyesight? Check.
Unwelcome hairs? Check.
I think we're good.
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Wednesday, August 31, 2011
42: the self-check
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Happy birthday?
ReplyDeleteAddofio
Happy birthday!
ReplyDeleteAh 42 . . . how I miss those days when I wished I were still 32.
ReplyDeleteJeffery Hodges
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Happy Birthday, Kevin--for real, this time!
ReplyDeleteThanks, all.
ReplyDeleteHappy Birthday! and remember:
ReplyDelete1. Never pass a urinal without making a contribution.
2. Never assume a fart isn;t going to be all that it can be.
3. Never waste an erection.
Hat tip to "The Bucket List"
Is it that time of year again already? Happy birthday!
ReplyDeleteA happy and hearty (albeit belated) birthday wish to you! :) Peace, love, creativity, and may your farts always silence/clear out a room!
ReplyDeleteXOXO