cats43injax
Jacksonville, FL
age: 44
|
GUYS TRIP TO WAL-MART
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 your buddy's bait shop and it says,
"I Got Worms".
In your 60's:
Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the
dog crap off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in
your 50's. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out 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 have
your prescriptions ready too. Don't even notice the dog crap 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 that you needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and
wonder around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out
loud and you think someone called out your name. The old lady that
greeted you at the front door went to school with you.
|
krupa1
Abilene, TX
age: 39
|
Too funny and mainly true! I can't help myself......still got to get dressed to the nines if I am gonna be in public....even at 7 a.m.....just a vanity thing.
|