Speaking for the other half of the world, I'd like to help to clarify, or more correctly, redirect your attention to some more than obvious flaws in the aging processes of the male at the top of the food chain. That collection of years known as your age has dropped his chest into the upper portion of his now much larger sized slacks. What used to be a washboard of an abdomen, has now become a Whirlpool washer instead. His beltline and his waistline no longer have anything in common as they are practically located in different zip codes. HIs beltline is approximately five inches below the former waistline. Sadly. those five inches are how much he'd have to add to the pant size he buys if he wore them where he did thirty years ago. He no longer wears stretchy material shirts that outline his musclar frame for fear that these shirts would allow his man-boobs to appear as though he was only halfway through the changeover processes. We're not talking about lost elasticity of pectoral muscles. We're talking about some real hooters here. The hair on the chest has either fallen out, and totally unevenly at that, or has turned a lovely shade of white. Definitely a dead give away that he qualifies for that senior citizen discount. No need to ask. What's left that thick, dark hair is now inside his head where he can only remember it.
Marty
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