Middle Aged, and It Sucks

Feeling depressed today. Kinda feeling my age. Today a very hot flight attendant came walking down the aisle of a 757 jet. Now this aircraft is 150ft or so long, and I was standing in the rear, so I got a real nice, long look of her and her long sexy legs. It was all very nice until she came up to me, and I gave her my best smile and said "How are you today?". She said "ok" and she didn't say anything more.


I then realized, that I am too old for her to even consider.


I wasn't really all that crushed, until later when I got a chance to think about it. "God damn, I'm never gonna be able to pull prime pussy anymore! I'm old and chubby, and I smell like cigars, and shit! That really sucks!"


And it really does.


Never again will I ever feel the delight of scoring a "ten"... But then considering that all the "tens" are about my daughters age, and that I am married, and that she would cut my balls off if I ever did get that lucky, I felt alittle better.


But I still feel old.


Oh well, there are still some hot looking flight attendants that are around middle age that I could still pull. Not that I would, mind you, I am married, and that cutting off of the balls part, and sitting down to pee for the rest of my life, scares me. But never the less, I COULD pull it.
As long as I suck in my tummy.

Middle-Aged, and It Sucks

Feeling depressed today. Kinda feeling my age. Today a very hot flight attendant came walking down the aisle of a 757 jet. Now this aircraft is 150 feet or so long, and I was standing in the rear, so I got a real nice, long look of her and her long sexy legs. It was all very nice until she came up to me, and I gave her my best smile and said "How are you today?". She said "OK" and she didn't say anything more.

I then realized, that I am too old for her to even consider.

I wasn't really all that crushed, until later when I got a chance to think about it. "God damn, I'm never gonna be able to pull prime pussy anymore! I'm old and chubby, and I smell like cigars, and shit! That really sucks!"

And it really does.

Never again will I ever feel the delight of scoring a "ten"... But then considering that all the "tens" are about my daughters age, and that I am married, and that she would cut my balls off if I ever did get that lucky, I felt a little better.

But I still feel old.

Oh well, there are still some hot looking flight attendants that are around middle age that I could still pull. Not that I would, mind you, I am married, and that cutting off of the balls part, and sitting down to pee for the rest of my life, scares me. But never the less, I COULD pull it.

As long as I suck in my tummy.

Middle Aged, and It Sucks

Feeling depressed today. Kinda feeling my age. Today a very hot flight attendant came walking down the aisle of a 757 jet. Now this aircraft is 150 foot or so long, and I was standing in the rear, so I got a real nice, long look of her and her long sexy legs. It was all very nice until she came up to me, and I gave her my best smile and said "How are you today?". She said "okay" and she didn't say anything more.

I then realized, that I am too old for her to even consider.

I wasn't really all that crushed, until later when I got a chance to think about it. "God damn, I'm never gonna be able to pull prime pussy anymore! I'm old and chubby, and I smell like cigars, and shit! That really sucks!"

And it really does.

Never again will I ever feel the delight of scoring a "ten"... But then considering that all the "tens" are about my daughters age, and that I am married, and that she would cut my balls off if I ever did get that lucky, I felt a little better.

But I still feel old.

Oh well, there are still some hot looking flight attendants that are around middle age that I could still pull. Not that I would, mind you, I am married, and that cutting off of the balls part scares me. But never the less, I COULD pull it.

As long as I suck in my tummy.

Middle Aged, and It Sucks

Feeling depressed today. Kinda feeling my age. Today a very hot flight attendant came walking down the aisle of a 757 jet. Now this aircraft is 150 feet or so long, and I was standing in the rear, so I got a real nice, long look of her and her long sexy legs. It was all very nice until she came up to me, and I gave her my best smile and said "how are you today?". She said "ok" and she didn't say anything more. I then realized, that I am too old for her to even consider.

I wasn't really all that crushed, until later when I got a chance to think about it. God damn, I'm never gonna be able to pull prime pussy anymore! I'm old and chubby, and I smell like cigars, and shit! That really sucks! And it really does.

Never again will I ever feel the delight of scoring a "ten". But then considering that all the "tens" are about my daughters age, and that I am married, and that she would cut my balls off if I ever did get that lucky, I felt a little better. But I still feel old.

Oh well, there are still some hot looking FA's that are around middle age that I could still pull. Not that I would, mind you, I am married, and that cutting off of the balls part scares me. But never the less, I COULD pull it.

As long as I suck in my tummy.

A Day In the Life (Of Me At 73)

I am a middle-aged guy. I recently turned 57. Like most middle-aged people, my body is showing the signs of wear and tear. My hearing is getting worse, my hair is starting to show a touch of gray, my old wrestling injuries are coming back to nag me, I forget where I left my keys, etc., etc.

They say that the 50's are the youth of old age; well, if that's the case, I'm not sure I want to find out how the "geezer" days of old age are going to turn out.

With that in mind, I have a song depicting how I envision life twenty years from now. It's sung to the tune of "A Day In the Life", by the Beatles:

I woke up today, oh boy!
I'm still alive, I see, what a joy!
Went down to eat some breakfast,
But it just had to wait,
I couldn't masticate (My teeth are gone).

I saw a dirty film today, oh boy!
I got a hard on, a rare joy!
I went and showed it to my wife,
Thought I might get a poke,
But she just cracked a joke!

I don't turn....her....on!

Stood up, to stretch my back,
But my muscles started to cramp.
So I went to the bar and had a shot,
I was in a spot (if you know what I mean).

Fell down, and grabbed my thigh,
Took some pills to get me by,
I crawled outside to have a smoke,
But I had a stroke
And I let out a big scream...

Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhhh!
Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhhh!

I saw the Doc today, oh boy!
"Fit as a fiddle," he said, oh what joy!
He said I'd live to see ninety-three,
But I just had to cringe,
Gotta get some booze because I'm goin' on a binge!

I can't go onnnnnnnnn.......!

A Day In the Life (Of Me At 73)

I am a middle-aged guy. I recently turned 53. Like most middle-aged people, my body is showing the signs of wear and tear. My hearing is getting worse, my hair is starting to show a touch of gray, my old wrestling injuries are coming back to nag me, I forget where I left my keys, etc., etc.






They say that the 50's are the youth of old age; well, if that's the case, I'm not sure I want to find out how the "geezer" days of old age are going to turn out. With that in mind, I have a song depicting how I envision life twenty years from now. It's sung to the tune of " A Day In the Life " by the Beatles:










 




I woke up today, oh boy!






I'm still alive, I see, what a joy!






Went down to eat some breakfast,






But it just had to wait,






I couldn't masticate (My teeth are gone).






I saw a dirty film today, oh boy!






I got an erection, a rare joy!






I went and showed it to my wife,






Thought I might get a poke,






But she just cracked a joke!






I don't turn....her....on!






Stood up, to stretch my back,






But my muscles started to cramp.






I went to the bar and had a shot,






I was in a spot (if you know what I mean).






Fell down, and grabbed my thigh,






Took some pills to get me by,






I crawled outside to have a smoke,






But I had a stroke






And I let out a big scream...






Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhhh!






Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhh, Ah, Ah, Ahhhh!






I saw the Doc today, oh boy!






"Fit as a fiddle," he said, oh what joy!






He said I'd live to see ninety-three,






But I just had to cringe,






Gotta get some booze because I'm goin' on a binge!






I can't go onnnnnnnnn.......!

Middle Aged, and It Sucks

Feeling depressed today. Kinda feeling my age. Today a very hot flight attendant came walking down the aisle of a 757 jet. Now this aircraft is 150ft or so long, and I was standing in the rear, so I got a real nice, long look of her and her long sexy legs. It was all very nice until she came up to me, and I gave her my best smile and said "how are you today?". She said "ok" and she didn't say anything more. I then realized, that I am too old for her to even consider.

I wasn't really all that crushed, until later when I got a chance to think about it. God damn, I'm never gonna be able to pull prime pussy anymore! I'm old and chubby, and I smell like cigars, and shit! That really sucks! And it really does.

Never again will I ever feel the delight of scoring a "ten". But then considering that all the "tens" are about my daughters age, and that I am married, and that she would cut my balls off if I ever did get that lucky, I felt a little better. But I still feel old.

Oh well, there are still some hot looking FA's that are around middle age that I could still pull. Not that I would, mind you, I am married, and that cutting off of the balls part scares me. But never the less, I COULD pull it.

As long as I suck in my tummy.

Middle Aged...and It Sucks

Feeling depressed today. Kinda feeling my age.

Today a very hot flight attendant came walking down the aisle of a 757 jet. Now this aircraft is 150ft or so long, and I was standing in the rear, so I got a real nice, long look of her and her long sexy legs. It was all very nice until she came up to me, and I gave her my best smile and said, "How are you today?" She said, "OK" and she didn't say anything more. I then realized that I am too old for her to even consider.

I wasn't really that crushed until later when I got a chance to think about it. God damn! I'm never gonna be able to pull prime pussy anymore! I'm old, chubby, and I smell like cigars,... and shit! That really sucks! And it really does. Never again will I ever feel the delight of scoring a "ten"...

But then, considering that all the "tens" are about my daughter's age, and that I am married, and that she would cut my balls off if I ever did get that lucky, I felt a little better.

But I still feel old.

Oh well. There are still some hot-looking, middle-aged FA's around that I could still pull. Not that I would, mind you.... I am married, and that cutting-off-of-the-balls part scares me....But nevertheless, I could pull it.

As long as I suck in my tummy.

Thank God For Teenagers

Up in the sky, its a bird, its a plane...No! Its your friendly neighborhood teenager!

Modern day super heroes don't wear tights and a cape, and they don't have a mask. They can't fly, and they don't have super strength. They just show up in tee shirts, and over sized baggy jeans, to save the day.

I am a middle aged guy, and at this point in my life you would think that I would be self sufficient; but nothing could be further from the truth. When the TV is stuck on Video2, and it appears that I will be watching a plain blue screen forever, I call my step son to figure out the remote. When I install a disc not compatible with my Windows XP, and totally mess up my computer, I send up the bat signal for my step son's friend to bail my ass out. The more and more life changes, the more I realize that teenagers are indispensable.

I am not a moron, (I don't think so anyway), but the modern world left me behind not long after the invention of "Pong" in the early 80's. Back in 1990 I needed my five year old son to teach me how to play "Mario Brothers"! I am not what you would call technologically inclined. Now, the only kid I have left is my step son, if he gets married and moves away, what will I do?

I don't believe I can buy a teenager over the internet, and if I lure them over with candy, people will think that I am a pedophile. I think I'm going to have to connive a way to keep my step son from moving out...at least until I get some grand kids.

Middle Aged...and It Sucks

Feeling depressed today. Kinda feeling my age.

Today a very hot flight attendant came walking down the aisle of a 757 jet. Now this aircraft is 150ft or so long, and I was standing in the rear, so I got a real nice, long look of her and her long sexy legs. It was all very nice until she came up to me, and I gave her my best smile and said, "How are you today?" She said, "OK" and she didn't say anything more. I then realized that I am too old for her to even consider.

I wasn't really that crushed until later when I got a chance to think about it. God damn! I'm never gonna be able to pull prime pussy anymore! I'm old, chubby, and I smell like cigars and shit! That really sucks! And it really does. Never again will I ever feel the delight of scoring a "ten"...

But then, considering that all the "tens" are about my daughter's age, and that I am married, and that she would cut my balls off if I ever did get that lucky, I felt a little better.

But I still feel old.

Oh well. There are still some hot-looking, middle-aged FA's around that I could still pull. Not that I would, mind you.... I am married, and that cutting-off-of-the-balls part scares me....But nevertheless, I could pull it.

As long as I suck in my tummy.