12's

Its the last time in our lives that the date will repeat!  Holy shit!  Run for the fucking hills!

Who cares! 

What really should worry you is the end of the world next Friday, my boy Angus brought up a good point.  The universe is going to rob us of a weekend!  That should get everyone pretty hyped up!  The Mayan apocalypse is upon us!

Signs of the apocalypse:

Justin Beiber is famous
There is a Honey Boo-boo


Ways to prepare for the apocalypse:

Lots of ammo and beer


So bring it on universe....if I'm going out, I'm going out drunk....

Birthday! Everybody get drunk!

My birthday is approaching, I am turning 30?!  Can I really be that old?  I guess so, due to a recent few interactions with people.

At the gym:

Me: Can you tell me what those chains from the barbell are for?
College aged kid: ugh, Yes Sir! They are for accommodating resistance.

He called me sir, I appreciated the answer and being polite.  But he called me sir!  I'm 30 not 40!  This is some bullshit!

I am aware that I have a few gray hairs, but I don't think I am a "sir" yet.


At the store buying beer:

Me: Do you need to see my ID?

Cashier: No, your good.  (note: this was at a walmart, not the store I go to on a weekly basis)

I think this is a prime time to have a mid-life crisis and buy a Ferrari, unfortunately I haven't had enough ads clicked yet to afford said Ferrari.  Based on the ad clicks from this site, I can buy a miniature hotwheels Ferrari...just like the real thing!

Next stop...telling those youngsters to get the fuck off my lawn!!!!