However, Sean, fucker that he is, stood in my kitchen the other day and commented: "You're getting quite a lot of salt and pepper in your hair, huh?"
Your maddening refusal to grow a gut like all decent men of your age is mitigated by your abundance of gray hair.
I merely follow the moral imperative that compels me to point this out to you.
My sister's had the same face for a very long time. We have neither attic nor cellar, so I don't know where she keeps the portrait. At about 13 or 14 it froze. 20 years later, she looks about the same. For a very long time, new people would always peg her as the older sister. Even when I looked my age, she looked older. An undefinable older, but older.
Your maddening refusal to grow a gut like all decent men of your age is mitigated by your abundance of gray hair.
I merely follow the moral imperative that compels me to point this out to you.
Aww...that's kind of flattering.
Now jump up and down and jiggle that spare tire, boy! Do the Chunk Shuffle!
My sister's had the same face for a very long time. [] At about 13 or 14 it froze.
OMG, what kind of face was she making? I always thought mom was lying!
You have to watch the wind. It'll change on you in a second, and boom!
Now jump up and down and jiggle that spare tire, boy! Do the Chunk Shuffle!
You guys are HALO-ing this weekend, aren't you. The taunting has begun.
Happy birthday, Raq!
Cash, one advantage to the Nanos is that they work with the Nike+ add-on to do cool pedometer things and store the stats online. Since y'all run.
I remember the "no, really" responses from when I was 29. I wonder if I'll get that for 39, too, now that 40 is the new 30.