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Thirty makes you dirty, where twenty gave you plenty.
I guess forty makes you naughty.
Fifty makes you old.
So its all good, dude. You may get less, but it'll be considerably filthier.
I'm thirty-one this year. Thirty is one of those stop and look moments, without a doubt. Like, wow, what the fuck happened to the last ten years? Last time i looked I was twenty-one, and the world was my oyster. I could be anything. Now, I'm cornered. I've made my bed, I'm going to have to lie in it!
Then you get pissed, and everything is as it was.
Actually, funny enough that's the biggest shift for me. I feel really guilty and pathertic if I get drunk like a twenty-year-old. you know, blackouts, offensive to people, that kind of thing. Luckily, it doesn't really happen anymore. I've become a proper grizzly old pisshead, last-one standing kind of affair, brandy at 4 am auld badger.
It's all good, really. |
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