My high school band director died this week. 84 years old.
Looks like my shenanigans didn’t take years off his life after all.
My high school band director died this week. 84 years old.
Looks like my shenanigans didn’t take years off his life after all.
I feel I have hamstring awareness yet have partaken in no physical exertion
ED, but without the opportunity to confirm it.
I had a little victory in the batle against getting old just this morning when I walked into a room and remembered exactly what I was there for.
OK, it might have been the toilet, but I’m taking that as a positive sign nevertheless.
Big Lewbowski is 26 years old today.
I’ve had a rough day and I hate the ■■■■■■’ Eagles man
Yeah…I hate West Coast too
I still remember the day I first found a grey pubic hair.
It probably shouldn’t have concerned me so much, but it was inside my Big Mac.
How do you know it was yours?
Because that wasn’t the only thing of his between the buns.
What weird arse Maccas do you go to???
I don’t go to Maccas. Especially after hearing about the older gentleman caught with his tackle in a big mac.
Now I’m picturing this as a hobby of Rex Hunt
Well, this thread has taken a short and curly twist.
Would it be worse is said hair was mine or not mine?
I’m still putting up with tripe on Blitz and don’t give a ■■■■
Obviously you’ve never found a pubic hair, grey or otherwise, in your Big Mac.
(Neither have I. And I don’t want to, which is why I never eat Big Macs.)
BIG MAC with extra beef don’t say that again!
PS I went the extra beef
Just occurred to me that people I know who are my age have been bald for nearly 20 years now.
Though in fairness their hair was done by their mid-to-late teens.