My Second Big Debut
Check this out, I was invited to post a cover. This could be a huge break, a front page article on the world renowned site of Tink! Now I just have to find something to write about.
I guess I can start with some "Deep Thoughts" by Hoop.
This country is so messed up. It is so easy to be a kid. I was able to do whatever I wanted. I played five different sports a year, I hung out with all my friends whenever, and I couldn't do wrong without absolute forgiveness. Then what happens after you leave the nest? Life slams you in the face with a fat sack of moldy tangerines. There is no longer time to do whatever you want. It was all an illusion. I think our society should teach one way. If you are allowed to do all those things as a kid, shouldn't you be able to do them as an adult? I vouch for everyone to only work August through May from 8:00am to 3:00pm. With an hour for lunch of course. God I can't wait for vacation next week.
I would also like to leave an argument for how much I love Tink more than she loves me. I am getting older, fatter, and losing hair. She is practically perfect in every way. How could I not love her more? Need I say more? Case closed.
Hoop
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Hey Hoop,
I am sorry for the moldy tangerines smacking you in the face. "If you want the summer off, you could be a school teacher," I say to you on my second day of summer vacation. Beware though, the summer break is really a summer layoff, and many teachers work late into the evening way past 3:00 PM. Still, the job has its benefits.
Moldy tangerines are disgusting. So are moldy lemons. I found one in my fridge the other day and for a while I couldn't figure out what it was.
Just a suggestion, you could say, "Will you marry my old, fat, bald ass?" ;)
I tell my kids all the time, have fun now cause it isn't gonna last! They don't believe me! They think I have the perfect life. Cracks me up everytime.
Awesome post babe.
Btw...
You do NOT love me more! I thought my love meter proved that already. ;)
I'm also not perfect. I'm a grouch in the mornings. I hog the bed. I have hairy toes, and my eyes are shrinking. SHRINKING, Hoop. Soon I'm going to look like Mr. Magoo.
Hoop, don't tell Tink--this is just between you and me--but I hear that her meter is broken.
The menfolk gotta stick together!
Gotta love Hoop ;)
Ewww....moldy tangerines!
Your eyeballs are shrinking?
Drink something!!!!!
It does suck to be an adult :-)
Sigh..............
You two are perfect for each other. The love goes on for infinity plus one! And if the only thing you can fight about half the time is who loves the other more? Well that's just fabulous. And it makes that moldy bag of tangerines SO worth it.
Okay Tink i've got to comment to your comment first....i swear to god Peter's eyes have shrunk too...and if they shrink anymore he'll look like he's permanently sleeping LMAO
Hoop: excellent post...but i think if you are indeed older, fatter and losing hair...Tink must love you more :)
Being an adult does suck except for when you're buying beer or going to strip club. Then it's ok. Enjoyed the post man. Pretty soon you're going to have to get your name in neon blue.
You've presented rational arguments for both working Aug to May and loving Tink more.
I'm a believer. Lead us, Hoop! All together, we can change the world. Right? RIGHT?
Or maybe we can just have a beer and think about it.
It really does suck to be an adult. Hell, even going to college gives people this false illusion that life is easy. In college I just took all morning classes and played basketball all afternoon. Then went to the cafeteria for dinner and went up to somebody's room to watch TV. Simple, very simple.
If nothing else we should all be allowed to work from home. Is that too much to ask?
Tink Tink, you're defeating yourself here. Hoop provided the perfect argument for why YOU love HIM more. You see, as you are perfect and he points out his self-proclaimed deficiencies, only someone with greater love would condescend to love the imperfect one. Right? Obviously you love him more. He is just a desparate, what did he say?, old fat bald man.
Seriously though, Hoop has a great point about work. I say we send it up to The Hill for a vote. Are they in session still or did they go on vacation?
Hey, YEAH! What the hell am I saying? I'm going to shut up now and let Hoop make my points for me. :)
You rock Hoop!
If you're taller then you love her more. It works like that you see. Taller people have more love.
Infinity and beyond Tink WINS!
hmmm, that might only makes sense to me.
"Practically perfect in every way.
Just like Mary Poppins !
What a sweet thing to say.
It brought tears to my eyes !
It has been a long day !
Peace
You must be the perfect couple if Hoops hair is falling down and clinging to Tink's toes...
Congratulations. I'm proud of ya. I especially like the moldy sack of tangerines line. It must be why I always have that lingering smell of rotten citrus around me, like Pigpen from the Peanuts gang.
That was so sweet, Hoop!
Hey, I went to Disneyland with a bunch of 21 year olds. They wore me out! I hate getting old too! :)
Oh, I think Tink loves you more! I will always be on the girl's side! :)
Hoop: Dude, it's a damned shame that all arguments aren't that easy to win!
I'll second your longing for the simplicity of childhood. If I could pick any age to just... stop aging and live out the rest of my life, it would be 24. By that time, I was old enough to drink and do other things that younger humans are restricted from doing. I had enough money to purchase and do most of the things I felt I needed to keep myself entertained. At the same time, I hadn't acquired enough responsibilities for them to become onerous, and my body hadn't started to fall apart.
The problem is that even if we could stop at just the perfect age, would we recognise it for what it was before it was too late? Would I have recognised that 24 was the perfect age if I hadn't suffered through my 39th and 40th years? It wasn't until year 41, when I was fighting cancer, that I would have thought, "Hmm... maybe 39 wasn't so bad.
In the end, the only thing worse than continuing to age is not continuing to age. 'Cause... yanno.
The biggest lie my parents ever told me (aside from the one about Santa)? They told me that once I was an adult I could do anything I wanted and life (no longer under the thumb of my parents) would unfold the way I wanted.
Hooper,
I have a very thought provoking question to ask and if you find it too probing feel free to ignore.
Is there a reason you always seem to wear the visor style cap instead of a ball cap? Is there a story in there somewhere?
Preach it brotha Hoop.
And Tink is hot ...
~Jef
Now that'd be a fun time at work!
My mom told me this while I was visiting her this weekend. "We should age in reverse." You know, you start out old and end life as a baby. That way, you end your life having fun! What a concept. Why didn't I think of that?
Until I figure out how to change that (in my valuable spare time), I guess I'm stuck with what we've got now...getting old. Better than the alternative, dude.
Hoop for President!!
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