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Monday, January 23, 2006
Welcome to Age 30
I got a text message from a friend who turned 30 on Saturday. It reads:
Gracias.
"I got so drunk I fell asleep in a bathroom at a bar. Woke up at 5:30. I had to hop a fence to get out. How's that for a 30 year old? Older, wiser."Dear friend who wrote me this text message: I demand some elaboration on this piece of a story. Your 30-year-old ass can manage that, can't it?
Gracias.
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I uh.... I don't know, dude. I didn't really have to jump over a fence, but when I came out the bar had completely cleared out unbeknownst to me. I thought I had survived a nuclear holocaust. But luckily the bartenders were still cleaning up. They laughed their asses off when I came stumbling out. I asked for a shot of jager. They didn't give it to. Walked home.
That's what growing older is all about isn't it? Maturing into someone respectable.
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That's what growing older is all about isn't it? Maturing into someone respectable.
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