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December 31, 2008



Neti pot! Ha ha!


Also, I feel I should mention I got a solicitation from AARP last year, if it makes you feel any better. And I'm still in my 30s. Yikes. Can't quite figure out how I got sold to that particular mailing list, but there was that one time my then boyfriend bought movie tix online and accidentally chose a "senior" price for me (on one of those slippery drop down mini-windows - that's industry lexicon, I'm sure), which was funny because he was quite a bit younger.

Unremitting Failure

Still in your 30s. A child, bless you. I can still vaguely remember my 30s. A wilderness of mirrors, they were. I think I'm going to cry.


Mrs. UF got us an AARP membership and an aftershave called "Embalming Fluid."

Ha. You know what fuckin' sucks. It looks like they've (the greasy spoons) have conspired to jack up the senior discount age to 55. AARP don't mean shit anymore.

What's this world coming to?


BTW, if I ever write a country song, it's going to be entitled "AARP Don't Mean Shit Anymore."

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