Thursday, April 20, 2006

Are you a 30 year old guy?

This entry is specifically for JE, SH, BG, and any of my other friends who are 30, or who will be approaching that threshold soon. I still have a few years to go, so I can do all of these things before I hit the big three-oh. Have any more to add? Leave it in Comments.

THINGS A GUY SHOULD NEVER DO AFTER THE AGE OF THIRTY
**Taken from Colin Cowherd's radio show and Esquire mag.**

• Coin his own nickname.
• Use a wallet that is fastened with Velcro.
• Rank his friends in order of best, second best, and so on.
• Hacky sack.
• Hang art with tape.
• Ask a policeman, "You ever shoot anybody with that thing?"
• Skip.
• Let his father do his taxes.
• Tap on the glass.
• Shout out a response to "Are you ready to rock?"
• Use the word collated on his resume.
• Hold a weekly house meeting with roommates.
• Name pets after Middle Earth characters.
• Jokingly flash gang signs while posing for wedding photos.
• Give shout-outs.
• Use numbers in place of words or locations, such as "the 411" for information, or "the 313" for Detroit.
• Hug amusement-park characters.
• Wear Disney-themed neckties.
• Wake up to a "morning zoo."
• Request extra sprinkles.
• Air drum.
• Choose 69 as his jersey number.
• Eat Oreo cookies in stages.
• Volunteer to be a magician's assistant.
• Sleep on a bare mattress.
• End a conversation with "later skater."
• Hold his lighter up at a concert.
• Wear Converse All Stars with a tuxedo.
• Propose via stadium Jumbotron.
• Call "shotgun" before getting in a car.
• Dispute someone else's call of "shotgun."
• Whine.
• Mist up during Aerosmith's "Dream On."
• Purchase fireworks.
• Ride a pony.
• Sport an ironic mustache.
• Say "two points" every time he throws something in the trash.
• The John Travolta point-to-the-ceiling-point-to-the-floor dance move.
• Put less than ten dollars' worth of gas in the tank.
• Read The Fountainhead.
• Watch the Pink Floyd laser light show at a planetarium.
• Own a vanity plate.
• Say goodbye to anyone by tapping his chest and even so much as whispering, "Peace out."






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