KenHigg
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.. You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house. Mowing the
lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or whatever. You are
hot and sweaty. Covered in dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes on.
You know the outfit, shorts with the hole in crotch, old t-shirt with a
stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis shoes.
Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize you
need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help complete the job. Depending
on your age you might do the following:
In your 20's: Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your
hair, brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in
the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never
know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout
lane. You went to school with the pretty girl running the register.
In your 30's: Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change
shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands
and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot
of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the
register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with.
In your 40's: Stop what you are doing. Put a sweatshirt that is long enough
to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a
hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so you
don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check yourself in the
mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy young thing running
the register is your daughter's age and you feel weird thinking she is
spicy.
In your 50's: Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your
hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dirt in
your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear
that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The Cutie running the
register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it.
Then you remember the hat you have on is from Buddy's Bait & Beer Bar and it
says, 'I Got Worms.'
In your 60's: Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the
dog shit off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your
50's. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs o ut the hole in your
pants. The girl running the register may be cute but you don't have your
glasses on so you are not sure.
In your 70's: Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they hav
e your prescriptions ready too. Don't even notice the dog shit on your
shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her
of her grandfather.
In your 80's: Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you
remember you needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and wander around
trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and you think
someone called out your name. You went to school with the old lady who
greeted you at the front door.
lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room, or whatever. You are
hot and sweaty. Covered in dirt or paint. You have your old work clothes on.
You know the outfit, shorts with the hole in crotch, old t-shirt with a
stain from who knows what, and an old pair of tennis shoes.
Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you realize you
need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help complete the job. Depending
on your age you might do the following:
In your 20's: Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your
hair, brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself in
the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because you never
know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in the checkout
lane. You went to school with the pretty girl running the register.
In your 30's: Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change
shoes. You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands
and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it. Add a shot
of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute girl running the
register is the kid sister to someone you went to school with.
In your 40's: Stop what you are doing. Put a sweatshirt that is long enough
to cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes and a
hat. Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so you
don't want to waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check yourself in the
mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The spicy young thing running
the register is your daughter's age and you feel weird thinking she is
spicy.
In your 50's: Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your
hands onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don't want to get dirt in
your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not to wear
that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The Cutie running the
register smiles when she sees you coming and you think you still have it.
Then you remember the hat you have on is from Buddy's Bait & Beer Bar and it
says, 'I Got Worms.'
In your 60's: Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the
dog shit off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your
50's. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs o ut the hole in your
pants. The girl running the register may be cute but you don't have your
glasses on so you are not sure.
In your 70's: Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they hav
e your prescriptions ready too. Don't even notice the dog shit on your
shoes. The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her
of her grandfather.
In your 80's: Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you
remember you needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and wander around
trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out loud and you think
someone called out your name. You went to school with the old lady who
greeted you at the front door.
