Maybe it was the Happy Birthday thread for Rich or it could of been the pictures of the Old Hogs standing next to the "Hog," who knows? But it got me to thinking about being half a century old.
You know guys and gals, once you reach the big "50," things don't get better! So, this thread is dedicated to us "old farts" in the hopes that our comments will scare the Bejeebus out of you young, full of snot, whippersnappers.
You know you're getting old when you find yourself standing in front of the bathroom mirror holding a toothbrush in one hand and your Arrid deodorant stick in the other.
You know you're getting old when going to bed is more painful than getting up in the morning.
You know you're getting old when you think "if I get laid, that's great. If I don't get laid, that's great too."
You know your getting old when your standing at the bar and a young girl bumps into you and says "excuse me sir."
You know your getting old when the AARP application arrives in the mail.
You know you're getting old when you realize that you qualify for the Senior Olympics.
You know you're getting old when you can remember your whole 2nd grade class, but you can't remember what you just watched on the television.
You know you're getting old when you walk into Wal-Mart and grin when you see the electric handicapped scooters and think "boy, those look like fun!"
You know guys and gals, once you reach the big "50," things don't get better! So, this thread is dedicated to us "old farts" in the hopes that our comments will scare the Bejeebus out of you young, full of snot, whippersnappers.
You know you're getting old when you find yourself standing in front of the bathroom mirror holding a toothbrush in one hand and your Arrid deodorant stick in the other.
You know you're getting old when going to bed is more painful than getting up in the morning.
You know you're getting old when you think "if I get laid, that's great. If I don't get laid, that's great too."
You know your getting old when your standing at the bar and a young girl bumps into you and says "excuse me sir."
You know your getting old when the AARP application arrives in the mail.
You know you're getting old when you realize that you qualify for the Senior Olympics.
You know you're getting old when you can remember your whole 2nd grade class, but you can't remember what you just watched on the television.
You know you're getting old when you walk into Wal-Mart and grin when you see the electric handicapped scooters and think "boy, those look like fun!"
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