OK, I’M OFFICIALLY OLD
You know you’re old when the smokin’ hot 21 year old, redneck, college senior you’ve been fucking texts you and says he wants to come by, get plunged and be of general, all-around service for Daddy.
And you respond by saying, “Not tonight stud. I’m already in bed and I’ve got the Military Channel on and they’re doing a World at War marathon.”
Who would have ever thought it of me?!?!?
January 5th, 2013 at 11:19 am
And there was me about to say that you’re looking a hell of a lot younger in your recent pics than you were looking before the club opened, beard or no beard.
January 5th, 2013 at 12:05 pm
Scott…you’re Not old…you’re just starting to grow up and setting your priorities in order. There are tons of the 21 year olds…and a good nights sleep makes Daddy better able to take care of them later. At least this is what my son keeps telling me now that I’m 66 and need sleep more then sex. (smile)
January 5th, 2013 at 12:10 pm
Scott, Moderation in all things! Also, for the sake of your readers dont forget to take your heart medicine lol.
January 5th, 2013 at 12:35 pm
No, say it isn’t so. You’ll make up for it later, right? I have to live vicariously through someone.
January 5th, 2013 at 1:13 pm
I feel the same way during Deadliest Catch marathons!
January 5th, 2013 at 1:14 pm
Okay, I SO DID NOT need to hear that. It’s hard when one’s idols turn out to be less than superhuman. Oh, the Horror! Oh, the Shame! Oh, the goddam fucking Reality. Will I be okay tomorrow? One can only hope.
In the meantime, I’ll just have to fuck someone.
January 5th, 2013 at 1:16 pm
lol -Scott, you are the king of the humble brag!!!
January 5th, 2013 at 1:20 pm
Scott, I passed up an orgy to watch the last installment of “Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy,” starring Alec Guinness, telecast on PBS in the 1980s; I was only in my 40s! Now that I am in my 70s, I kind of regret it (nobody I know does orgies anymore) but it was an exceptional series, on par with the 2012 movie with Gary Oldman, so there’s that. At the time, I had no idea we would have tv shows available for purchase, but what’s one orgasm more or less.
January 5th, 2013 at 1:23 pm
I was just talking with a friend about how when we were in our twenties, we would mock our older friends who said they wanted to go home instead of out to the clubs We thought, “man, it must suck to be so tired all the time.” Little did we realize, it’s not that you’re too tired, you actually DO want to go home.”
January 5th, 2013 at 3:34 pm
-all my delusions have been splattered
January 5th, 2013 at 4:46 pm
Scott – You’re NOT old…your simply aged to perfection!
January 5th, 2013 at 6:02 pm
Brian, you are soooooooo on point! I remember that from my 20s.
January 5th, 2013 at 7:17 pm
Hope this isn’t a duplicate comment (weirdness with your spam blocker), but anyway.
As Bette (as Sophe) might say, 21 goes into 55 a heck of a lot more times than 55 goes into 21…
January 6th, 2013 at 10:14 am
Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo. There will be plenty of rest when you’re dead but judging from your response you make already be dead. Quick, call the EMTs!
January 6th, 2013 at 2:10 pm
Ok it depends, was this before or after 10 p.m.?
January 6th, 2013 at 3:24 pm
Scott, please! As my grandma said: “You’re only old when the candles on your birthday cake are more expensive, than the cake itself!”
So let’s see. This “Pink Candy Stripe Birthday Candles 2in” are 24 pieces for $0.99
A friend of mine told me, that the T M Dessert Works at 6116 Phinney Ave N is the best place for a birthday cake in your region. Let’s take a look… a Full Sheet Cake for your next birthday is about 140$.
Do the math yourself. You are NOT old, Scott!!!
January 6th, 2013 at 6:24 pm
Scott,
Here’s the the thing: you are the fucking man. The man.
You should know this. Don’t forget it.
Your youngin’ du’jour is lucky to learn from you, regardless of how often it all happens – Military Channel, not withstanding.
That’s all.
Todd
January 7th, 2013 at 6:15 am
World at War marathons are important.
January 7th, 2013 at 8:49 am
Would this poor, poor young man happen to be the “New Year’s Eve” date you posted last week?
January 7th, 2013 at 9:28 am
“Who would have thought . . . ?” The World at War marathon — absolutely! Passing up the ass of a hot redneck boy, never!
January 7th, 2013 at 9:51 am
Yes it was Dave.
January 7th, 2013 at 12:07 pm
Well. I’m sure you knew what you were doing. But still.
Such a charming almost-smile he has…
January 7th, 2013 at 4:15 pm
hmmmmmmmm let me see,
Sex or Violence?
What’s up with that “or” shit he thought
once again- Scott
IF i grow up
i wanna be just like you
xoxo
P
January 7th, 2013 at 4:42 pm
Enbrace it!
January 7th, 2013 at 4:46 pm
I have embraced mine.
January 7th, 2013 at 9:39 pm
As a contemporary (and not a smart-ass), I can’t speak for you. We’ve lived different lives. But for me, my life is a Carol King trapesty of rich and varied hue. I love my rutting orgasms. But I also love my “me” times. And so many other things. And I’m okay with that.
January 7th, 2013 at 10:46 pm
PS loving trapesty vs tapestry. Freudian? Hmmm. I guess there are tender traps.
January 10th, 2013 at 1:01 pm
Yeah… Your spam blocker needs math lessons.
As I was saying, OMG… I just did that to the prison bf! 37 year old, 6ft., smokin’ hot, tattooed, PR, with a nine inch dick. I’ll introduce you the next time you’re in NYC. We’re old, Scott. Not that that’s a bad thing.