Friday, July 13, 2007
Larry is a very vain individual. Reminicent of the 'Greaser' mentality, he always carries a little comb in his back pocket to fix his hair (not thinning, long in front, short in back).
On his 55th birthday, this man produced his first gray hair.
"Shit," he says (cause he's a potty mouth), running that comb through his hair.
"What?" I ask.
"I guess we're going to Denny's"
"I thought we were eating tacos this moring,"
"Forget that. I actually pass for old now. I can get one of those senior specials and pay way less."
"But it's your birthday," I say, chastising my Dad's frugality. "I'm paying."
"Boy, I swear that South Texas education fucked up your common sense. Well, pay for my breakfast then. I want tacos."
I got out of the shower 20 minutes ago (please hold your applause and visuals until the end of the story) and I've got enough gray hair to make my 59 y/o Dad look 25 again. I got off the phone with him 5 min ago and he was at Denny's....looking at a menu....with his new bi-focals.
HaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHaHa*hack*HaHaHaHaHa*coughcough*stupidcat.
And everyone can just forget that I've got more gray in my beard than Larry has on his whole head and I wear coke bottles. Let me have my tiny victories, OK.
somebody get me a taco.
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