Many of us received a much needed reminder yesterday that evidence of the mighty conquests of our younger days - achievements about which we were once so proud - has an odd way of showing up later in life. No, we aren't part of the youtube generation, so we don't have to worry about videos circulating out there, entertaining approx. 6 billion people (well, most of us don't). True, most of this information is pretty harmless - might even bring a smile to your face (if the missus ain't watching). However, it is only harmless until that same info also reminds your oldest and dearest friends of your past dalliances. Matters not that their closets have just as many skeletons as yours, and many of those a lot scarier. Not a bit. For them, it's sort of a call-to-arms. Time for some fun.
At your expense, of course.
So a bit of advice to the younger readers out there: always leave 'em smiling. Follow through on any ill-advised promises you may have made, and then get the hell out of Dodge.
And I don't care how much you want to brag about how big her tits were, always remember to keep your damn mouth shut.
4 comments:
First of all, I have no idea what you are talking about. Secondly, you class of '81 types lived quite recklessly and the Hankammer School of Business has an extensive library of incriminating evidence on punch cards. Fortran rules!
I'm just a caveman. I don't understand nimrod's jargon. His expanded vocabulary and threatening ways frighten me.
It's nimdok, nimrod.
No offense.
Whatever, Ellison boy.
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