MEXICAN BEER AND WOCK-AH-M0E-LAY!
ONE OF OUR ROSE OF SHARONS, GROWN FROM SEED.
It is 6:19 a.m. and 64.3 degrees out. Patrick and Junor are sleeping downstairs. FROM THE INBOX:
25 SIGNS YOU HAVE GROWN UP:
1. Your houseplants are alive, and you can't smoke any
of them.
2. Having sex in a twin bed is out of the question.
3. You keep more food than beer in the fridge.
4. 6:00 A.M. is when you get up, not when you go to
bed.
5. You hear your favorite song in an elevator.
6. You watch the Weather Channel.
7. Your friends marry and divorce instead of "hook up"
and "break up."
8. You go from 130 days of vacation time to 14.
9. Jeans and a sweater no longer qualify as "dressed
up."
10. You're the one calling the police because those
fu*king kids next door won't turn down the stereo.
11. Older relatives feel comfortable telling sex jokes
around you.
12. You no longer know what time Taco Bell closes.
13. Your car insurance goes down and your car payments go up.
14. You feed your dog Science Diet instead of
McDonald's leftovers.
16. You take naps.
17. Dinner and a movie is the whole date instead of
the beginning of one.
18. Eating a basket of chicken wings at 3 AM would
severely upset, rather than settle, your stomach.
19. You go to the drug store for ibuprofen and
antacid, not condoms & pregnancy tests.
20. A $4.00 bottle of wine is no longer "pretty good
shit."
21. You actually eat breakfast food at breakfast time.
22. "I just can't drink the way I used to" replaces
"I'm never going to drink that much again."
23. 90% of the time you spend in front of a computer
is for real work.
24. You drink at home to save money before going to a
bar.
25. When you find out your friend is pregnant you
congratulate them instead of asking "Oh shit what the
hell happened?"
Bonus: 26: You read this entire list looking
desperately for one sign that doesn't apply to you and
can't find one to save your sorry old ass.
Then you forward it to a bunch of old friends 'cause
you know they'll enjoy it & do the same.
GO GATORS!!!
1 Comments:
LOL, and I ain't that dang old, 43.
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