Tuesday, October 09, 2007
Middle Age
I had the privilege of spending the weekend investing my hard fought compensation in a water-park resort at the Wisconsin Dells. Not only did I feel the speed as I hung on for dear life on one of those slippery inner tubes as I glided through those Teflon tube slides, I began to wonder about those middle aged folk that hovered around me like zombies in their faded speedos. My initial thought as I walked by in my svelte hardbody was the old expression "old tire" in reference to the mid-section. And that was just the women! So where did we come up with that expression? Does the mid-section actually resemble a Goodyear when one hits 45?
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I think the term is actually "spare tire". Regardless, you shouldn't have to worry about it because your so-called hard body has a nice layer of protective flab to render that spare tire invisible.
I'm surprised you went to Wisconsin. You seem more like a Michelin man to me.
In your case, I believe the term is "love handles." Too bad yours are jug handles.
And in your case, they are merely called "jugs".
I think you have bugs
I have a python.
named "bugs?"
That's bunny!
Hare now. I'm getting Fudd-up with your comments.
Geez, you're sensitive. What have you got, rabbit ears?
Aren't rabbit ears supposed to be TV antennas? In case you're wondering, I have an expensive pair, in fact they're made of 24 carrot gold.
Were they worth the money? Can you pick up a signal all the way from Yosemite? Or Sam Francisco?
Unless you make a wrong turn at Albuquerque, I think you're just Daffy. Guess you're trying to Duck that one.
This is nuts! I think you are Secretly trying to Squirrel away some pirated cartoons to sell on e-bay.
You remind me of Ma-Gilla monster that always trying to use Gorilla warfare tactics.
By George, let's clean the Slate Mister. Pretty soon I'll be Jetson off to some exotic land and won't have time for this.
What the El, Roy-al pain in the ass, boy. I'm getting Fred-up with your cheap ways, you skin-Flint, Stone cold manner.
I'll Betty you're trying to start a Rubble. Sorry, but I Wilma not go along with it.
What are you Pebble-ing about now? Dino every time you Quarry with me, we lose more readership? Go to Bed and quit Rock-ing the boat!
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