tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145005.post2396750478729751992..comments2023-08-09T10:03:33.063-05:00Comments on Are You There, Blog? It's Me, Stephen: I'm 50!Stephen R.http://www.blogger.com/profile/05119958421791710858noreply@blogger.comBlogger4125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145005.post-42058898501267133302007-03-04T15:24:00.000-06:002007-03-04T15:24:00.000-06:00Aaron - Well, I don't know if it's all "about" me,...Aaron - Well, I don't know if it's all "about" me, but I definitely have gotten quite a bit of it "in" me from time to time...Stephen R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05119958421791710858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145005.post-26733037726147754882007-03-04T15:15:00.000-06:002007-03-04T15:15:00.000-06:00Sniff. As if it's all about you. Sniff, sniff.Sniff. As if it's all about you. Sniff, sniff.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145005.post-49304581746558309792007-03-04T13:22:00.000-06:002007-03-04T13:22:00.000-06:00Aaron - Everything that you list about "being fift...Aaron - Everything that you list about "being fifty" is hilarious and makes me laugh in places I didn't know I had. <BR/><BR/>Why, oh why, is everyone so damn concerned with me getting a boyfriend ASAP? I'll get one when I find the right one. I'm not going through another wrong one like I did with The Skank.<BR/><BR/>Isn't that picture from SEUSSICAL the best. Part crazy and part "I don't know what." I love it. :)Stephen R.https://www.blogger.com/profile/05119958421791710858noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13145005.post-22523351356313051392007-03-04T09:36:00.000-06:002007-03-04T09:36:00.000-06:00Dear, DEAR "expletive deleted," you think it's hum...Dear, DEAR "expletive deleted," you think it's humorous to write about Being Fifty because, (trumpets here) dum dumdum dum Dum DUUUU-U-M!, you're not. Call me when you get your first free copy of the AARP Magazine and let me hear those laughter bells peel. Being Fifty is realizing that farting is a way of life, and not simply a post-coital remembrance. Being Fifty is making peace with the fact that your bladder will now awaken well prior to your knees, so if you weren’t into watersports before, you’d better walk toward the Flexibility Light. Being Fifty is the year that a man realizes he needs the double truss - the balls hangs so low in the front and the ass hangs so low in the back, if one bends over suddenly the two now identically-sized sets can knock together like double-Clackers and cause one to fart oneself right off one's Dr. Shoal’s. But wait, I’m not quite ready to downshift from Rant to Sweet Daddy. I highly suggest, which is all I can do since OBVIOUSLY I “have no power here,” that you stop peppering your postings with statements that end in “we can’t date.” Stop the potential scare-off of the boyfriends. Hazing is Not Good College. Do it for Me. Do it for Wanda. Get a really great partner and watch your brother squirm. Being Fifty, I’m already too old to dance at your wedding. Let’s try to get the event up and running before I will be forced to wear Depends. No matter how much you iron ‘em, those things make you look like your ass is made of golf-ball material. <BR/><BR/>Ahem. Nice job on the Suess story. Hurray for Dr. G. Nice picture, your lower teeth look great.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com