getting old
cuppa hot milo by the wayside. an empty plate wif crumbles where once was a peanut butter sandwich, i logged unto the cyberways and ... dug my nose ...
yes, you've read it right, i dug my nose, but deep ... and out came a single white nostril hair. just one. and i stopped there and then. i marvelled at the singular whitness of it all and it hit me: damn, im getting old, to have white nostril hair! ... my first ...
(sorry, no pictures here, as i dun wanna offend any sensitivities of my readers. heh)
the signs are all there, man! it's downhill from here on in!
heh.
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yes, you've read it right, i dug my nose, but deep ... and out came a single white nostril hair. just one. and i stopped there and then. i marvelled at the singular whitness of it all and it hit me: damn, im getting old, to have white nostril hair! ... my first ...
(sorry, no pictures here, as i dun wanna offend any sensitivities of my readers. heh)
the signs are all there, man! it's downhill from here on in!
heh.
._.
