Showing posts with label life begins at 40. Show all posts
Showing posts with label life begins at 40. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2011

life begins at 40, ID #2

   

is when you... have brought your Oakley eyeglasses, then in the middle of traffic, you have remembered your left digicam...(next day) you have the camera sconced in its pink bag, but (bad words here!) you have FORTYgotten (pardon that pun!) your eyeglasses!

Sunday, April 24, 2011

exclusively for 40ers, 40something kus 39ners are only Jollibee's gimmick



                

LIFE begins at 40. I can't believe that I grouch (verb) alot; grouchy (adjective) for crying out loud! If tweeners and teenagers mope and sulk on daily basis (right bathroom mirrors? right pocket mirrors?) because of zits, and dang-it blemishes. And stinky socks! Well, if you are 40, the main concern is---temper!


YOU AGE A BIT (MORE LIKE 40 YEARS OOOOLD--- four O's implies four tens, 40ers!) if....you grouch over small kids. They sing the theme song of the popular TV soap and you lie down with your highest level of temper and KAPOW! grouch-grouch-grouch. scream the advert text: STOP SINGING!

GROUCH + 40 + SINGING KIDS ON GOOD FRIDAY = CLASH OF THE TITANS Episode.