I don't know you, but I read this on a friend's friends page.
1. I think the warrenty starts running out at 25 and is totally up at 30. It used to be that all physical ailments were instantly identifiable and easily treatable. No more. Now I have thatweirdthingmykneedoessomeitis, wowmyglutuslockedupwhilegardeningosis, and isthatsomethingfunkywithmyheartoresophogus syndrom.
2. "Older," is a fabulous song. TMBG are tiny little gods.
3. My friend's husband and I once went to pick up icecream for everyone. The chick behind the counter had piercings and cool hair. She looked through us, and called us sir and ma'm. We wanted to tell her we used to rock. I try to fight the urge to sound hip with the young little punks.
4. I am not unemployed, but spending extra time on my ultimate goal...world domination.
It Rhymes with dirty, flirty and ...wordy if your on acid (like I am).
"Hurty!" says the five year old as she points at her knee.
Nerdy?! Hurdy-gurdy? ...Turdy?!?!
HAPPY Birthday, Bill!
Take it from me, the next seven years or so just keep getting better and better all the time in a direct inverse relationship to how much they will begin to smell worse and worse. You think your back hurts now?
Avoid the cake. It's the cake that makes you older.
24, buddy. which means, of course, that I'm not quite getting to your existential crisis, but with 25 around the corner (a quarter of a century... scary), I'm starting to feel the pressure to perform. You know, get it together. No more flatulence in public, wear my pearls, and get a soul-sucking career. Hooray for being a grown-up.
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1. I think the warrenty starts running out at 25 and is totally up at 30. It used to be that all physical ailments were instantly identifiable and easily treatable. No more. Now I have thatweirdthingmykneedoessomeitis, wowmyglutuslockedupwhilegardeningosis, and isthatsomethingfunkywithmyheartoresophogus syndrom.
2. "Older," is a fabulous song. TMBG are tiny little gods.
3. My friend's husband and I once went to pick up icecream for everyone. The chick behind the counter had piercings and cool hair. She looked through us, and called us sir and ma'm. We wanted to tell her we used to rock. I try to fight the urge to sound hip with the young little punks.
4. I am not unemployed, but spending extra time on my ultimate goal...world domination.
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right?!
2. they might be giants are little gods.
i want them for me pockets.
3. luckily for me my immaturity keeps people thinking i am much younger than i really am. that or i am slightly retarded.
i can deal with either.
4. if you take over the world, can i have a wee, tiny island?
one with no lepers, preferably.
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"Hurty!" says the five year old as she points at her knee.
Nerdy?! Hurdy-gurdy? ...Turdy?!?!
HAPPY Birthday, Bill!
Take it from me, the next seven years or so just keep getting better and better all the time in a direct inverse relationship to how much they will begin to smell worse and worse. You think your back hurts now?
Avoid the cake. It's the cake that makes you older.
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isnt the thirties a time of spiritual and physical reknewal?
like the eagle and what not?
so far my thirties have been better than the first part of my twenties.
those were a wild and restless time, my stars.
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how old are you today?
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