How to tell a person is a jerk

[eloisel]

LOL!

I worry about this stuff, too. I have a locked cabinet of secret stuff...like gels, super nasty movies and a few fun toys. I wonder sometimes who's the lucky person that gets to see all that stuff after Cranky and I are dead and someone comes to go thru our stuff....hahahahhaha..

:laugh:

It'll be some person who thinks people shrivel up and disappear when they turn 30. They'll look at that stuff and think, "wow, Uncle Bill and Aunt Jane were kinky. Ewww!"

 

[Cranky Bastard]

Uncle Bill and Aunt Cheryl. I ain't getting married again!

 

[eloisel]

Uncle Bill and Aunt Cheryl. I ain't getting married again!

Ha!

But, lucky you. Miss Tanner looks like a keeper.

 

[The Harlot]

Ha!

But, lucky you. Miss Tanner looks like a keeper.

<blush>

Thank you!!

:blush:

 

[Cranky Bastard]

It'll be some person who thinks people shrivel up and disappear when they turn 30.

You mean, like everyone under 30.

Only when you get older do you realize what a total dumbass you were when you were 20.

 

[The Harlot]

You mean, like everyone under 30.

Only when you get older do you realize what a total dumbass you were when you were 20.

LOL!

Total dumbass is being nice.

 

[Sadistic Bastard]

Hey, 30 is the new 20 (or so they say).

I don't even know what 40 is yet...but luckily I no longer care...

 

[Cranky Bastard]

The me-me-me generation is getting pathetic. I recently read an article that called 60+ year olds "the new 40." Showed a pic of some plastic-surgery-altered schmuck chatting on a cell phone like he really knew what the thing was.

What a bunch of fucking losers.

 

[eloisel]

All I know is the closer I get to 60, the less ancient it looks. Actually, I'm rather liking the way I'm aging. When I was younger, I was angular, bony, and a bit harsh looking in pictures. Nowadays I look more roundish, very soft and silvery. I like it. Of course, if I could be 27 again, I'd take it in a heartbeat, especially if I got to keep what I know now.

 

[Cranky Bastard]

I'm approaching my 50s. In my 40s now, I do not claim to be the new generation of 20s to salve my ego over being the center of attention and losing it due to age. Some 65 year-old claiming he's still 40 because he can "chat" on a cell phone? The man needs to act his age.

I agree, Eloisel, in approaching the ages we are, we are embracing it and that is a good thing.

But to try to regain the center of attention in a world of botox, hair implants and fake tits is simply narcissistic, and grossly so.

60 doesn't seem ancient to me and neither does 70. It's all relative.

 

[The Question]

x is not the new y. x is x. y is y. Deal with reality, people.

 

[The Harlot]

Of course, if I could be 27 again, I'd take it in a heartbeat, especially if I got to keep what I know now.

I would HATE to be 27 again. That would mean I'd be married to my ex, which would be a fate worse than death.

:voodoo: <-------Me burning his ass!

 

[eloisel]

I would HATE to be 27 again. That would mean I'd be married to my ex, which would be a fate worse than death.

That is why I would like to retain what I know now. I felt really excellent at 27, though, very strong and very healthy. It would be nice to feel like I could ride a bike in a marathon again. I could do it now, as long as the marathon was broken down into small increments over a period of days, with lots of pampering by hunky men with chocolates and tea during the breaks. At least I'd have the incentive.

 

[Sarek]

So, today was the office party. One of the big office party traditions is the "White Elephant Gift" exchange. I always get crap so I don't care. So, when it was my turn to exchange, I traded the indoor grill I got on first go around for a tissue box some girl got on her first go around. I was happy. I can at least use tissue. Then, this guy decided to be a jerk and exchange his scented bubble bath set he got on the first go around for the tissue box. I'm allergic to perfumes and most scented stuff. I chunked that crap over on to somebody else's table. Now, twit head, who has known for at least seven years that I'm allergic, said I wasn't being a good sport. Oh, so I should gasp for breath, turn blue and pass out on the floor to be a good sport? He can kiss my unscented ass.

I would have kept the indoor grill. And used it to beat "twit head" to death.