Welcome to the 4D club, LD. You are hearby certified, authorized and expected to have your mid-life crisis now. Mid-life crisis's shall consist of any or all of the following:
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- Buying a new sportscar or motorcycle</font>
- Hair transplant replacement surgery</font>
- An entire wardrobe change based on what you percieve the new styles are (whether your perceptions are accurate or not)</font>
- Copious amounts of covert flirting with your daughter's college girlfriends (if married) shameless "mac-daddying" if not.</font>
- Torture at a "gym" at least once a week that will quickly dwindle to weekly oglings of the girls in the step arobics and Ti-bo classes</font>
- Taking up a dangerous extreme sport. "Taking up" meaning buying all the appropriate gear and attire, wearing it to the proper loacation and sitting and watching the crazy lunatics who practice the "sport" while sitting in a lounge chair and drinking lite beer (eventually going back to drinking just beer).</font>
- Changing the radio station to rap when pretty girls pull up next to you at intersections (changing it back to music when they're no longer in hearing range).</font>
Originally posted by Liam Devlin:
Without turnin maudlin...another year has passed. And yers truly is 40. Funny, dinnae feel old (yet)! See ya around guys...have stuff to post!
Sleinte!(Hoist a pint of yer fav brew today, and think--out there there's this Bog (and tis rainin as I write) and some slap happy Liam fella laughin it off another year in Traveller...)
Must run!