calabrese55
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progression of the male type................
When we are bore we are cute and cuddly everybody loves us
By the time we are two years old our parents are ready to trade us in
At four to six years we are inquisitive getting into everything driving mom and dad crazy
At eight to twelve years we kind of straighten out and the hope mom and dad thought was faded away starts co come back into their their minds.
Thirteen to about seventeen we start to discover girls and we have no clue what a mistake this is going to be . Real changes are going on in our life most of them are somehow connected to that tender trap we simply can't resist. We hope our faces will clear and our voices quit squeaking when we speak.
On to eighteen to twenty the world is our oyster we have collected all the knowledge of the universe and really think the rest of the world especially our parents are dumber than ditch water. We are invincible !
Twenty one to out later twenties we have mostly embarrassed our selves with the prime cause being alcohol and that tender trap thing but most of our friends don't really care because they are constantly sitting in the same boat.
By the time we are into our thirties the women we have selected to be "the one" some day will own both halves of out belongings. Most of them become Divorce Barbie you know the girl doll that comes with all of Ken's stuff.
This typically happens because the loves our life have have stopped trying to change us because they have realized THEY CAN'T FIX STUPID.
About the time we are in our forties our hair is starting to thin, that invincible attitude we once had turns into hope Rogaine really works. We start thinking of those glory days and all the great times we had with the girls that will not even give a second look now.
The sports car we buy and the excessive amount of cologne we wear is the smoke screen we apply to try and hide our middle age insecurities.
Ah the fifties we have fallen into that unavoidable disease called dunn-lapps disease you know the thing where our bellies dunn-lap to some degree over our belts
The sixties we are slowing down now because we have mostly given up on recovering those glory days that really only existed in our minds in the first place. We brag about our conquests to those same friends who are still stuck in the same sinking boat we are in.
The seventies , we come to the realization it is pretty much over. Half of all the money we recovered after divorce Barbie took her cut we blew on women and searching for the good time, the other half of our money we realize we just wasted.
Now in our eighties our belt line has risen to a place on our bodies somewhere above our belly and below our arm pits. we gripe about the economy and have lost all tolerance to handle the climate hot or cold. We think the world has gone to hell but fail to realize the world has simply moved on and we never got the memo.
It has been a long bumpy road by now as we fall asleep in our chair out on the porch our heads laying on one side of our shoulders as we drool on our shirts.
Damn IT IS GOOD TO BE A GUY
calabrese55
When we are bore we are cute and cuddly everybody loves us
By the time we are two years old our parents are ready to trade us in
At four to six years we are inquisitive getting into everything driving mom and dad crazy
At eight to twelve years we kind of straighten out and the hope mom and dad thought was faded away starts co come back into their their minds.
Thirteen to about seventeen we start to discover girls and we have no clue what a mistake this is going to be . Real changes are going on in our life most of them are somehow connected to that tender trap we simply can't resist. We hope our faces will clear and our voices quit squeaking when we speak.
On to eighteen to twenty the world is our oyster we have collected all the knowledge of the universe and really think the rest of the world especially our parents are dumber than ditch water. We are invincible !
Twenty one to out later twenties we have mostly embarrassed our selves with the prime cause being alcohol and that tender trap thing but most of our friends don't really care because they are constantly sitting in the same boat.
By the time we are into our thirties the women we have selected to be "the one" some day will own both halves of out belongings. Most of them become Divorce Barbie you know the girl doll that comes with all of Ken's stuff.
This typically happens because the loves our life have have stopped trying to change us because they have realized THEY CAN'T FIX STUPID.
About the time we are in our forties our hair is starting to thin, that invincible attitude we once had turns into hope Rogaine really works. We start thinking of those glory days and all the great times we had with the girls that will not even give a second look now.
The sports car we buy and the excessive amount of cologne we wear is the smoke screen we apply to try and hide our middle age insecurities.
Ah the fifties we have fallen into that unavoidable disease called dunn-lapps disease you know the thing where our bellies dunn-lap to some degree over our belts
The sixties we are slowing down now because we have mostly given up on recovering those glory days that really only existed in our minds in the first place. We brag about our conquests to those same friends who are still stuck in the same sinking boat we are in.
The seventies , we come to the realization it is pretty much over. Half of all the money we recovered after divorce Barbie took her cut we blew on women and searching for the good time, the other half of our money we realize we just wasted.
Now in our eighties our belt line has risen to a place on our bodies somewhere above our belly and below our arm pits. we gripe about the economy and have lost all tolerance to handle the climate hot or cold. We think the world has gone to hell but fail to realize the world has simply moved on and we never got the memo.
It has been a long bumpy road by now as we fall asleep in our chair out on the porch our heads laying on one side of our shoulders as we drool on our shirts.
Damn IT IS GOOD TO BE A GUY
calabrese55
