Here is a question for all ages-do you dress like this when you go to Wal-Mart ?
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> Age By Wal-Mart:
> > You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house
> > mowing the lawn, putting a new fence in, painting the living room,
> > or whatever. You are hot and sweaty, covered in dirt or paint. You
have your old work clothes on. You know the outfit – shorts with
> > the hole in crotch, old T-shirt with a stain from who knows what,
and an old pair of tennis shoes.
> > Right in the middle of this great home improvement project you
> > realize you need to run to Wal-Mart to get something to help
complete the job.
> > Depending on your age you might do the following:
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> > In your 20′s:
> > Stop what you are doing. Shave, take a shower, blow dry your hair,
> > brush your teeth, floss, and put on clean clothes. Check yourself
> > in the mirror and flex. Add a dab of your favorite cologne because
> > you never know, you just might meet some hot chick while standing in
the checkout lane. You went to school with the pretty girl running
the register.
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> >
> > In your 30′s:
> > Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. Change
shoes.
> > You married the hot chick so no need for much else. Wash your hands
> > and comb your hair. Check yourself in the mirror. Still got it.
> > Add a shot of your favorite cologne to cover the smell. The cute
> > girl running the register is the kid sister to someone you went to
school with.
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> >
> >
> > In your 40′s:
> > Stop what you are doing. Put a sweatshirt that is long enough to
> > cover the hole in the crotch of your shorts. Put on different shoes
and a hat.
> > Wash your hands. Your bottle of Brute Cologne is almost empty so
> > you don’t want to waste any of it on a trip to Wal-Mart. Check
> > yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. The
> > spicy young thing running the register is your daughter’s age and
> > you feel weird thinking she is spicy.
> >
> >
> > In your 50′s:
> > Stop what you are doing. Put a hat on, wipe the dirt off your hands
> > onto your shirt. Change shoes because you don’t want to get dirt in
> > your new sports car. Check yourself in the mirror and you swear not
> > to wear that shirt anymore because it makes you look fat. The cutie
> > running the register smiles when she sees you coming and you think
you still have it.
> > Then you remember the hat you have on is from Buddy’s Bait & Beer
> > Bar and it says, ‘I Got Worms.’
> >
> >
> > In your 60′s:
> > Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. Hose the dog
> > poop off your shoes. The mirror was shattered when you were in your
> > 50′s. You hope you have underwear on so nothing hangs out the hole
in your pants.
> > The girl running the register may be cute, but you don’t have your
> > glasses on so you are not sure.
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> >
> > In your 70′s:
> > Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Wal-Mart until they have
> > your prescriptions ready, too. Don’t even notice the dog poop on
your shoes.
> > The young thing at the register smiles at you because you remind her
> > of her grandfather.
> >
> >
> > In your 80′s:
> > Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. Now you
> > remember you needed to go to Wal-Mart. Go to Wal-Mart and wander
> > around trying to think what it is you are looking for. Fart out
> > loud and you think someone called out your name. You went to school
with the old lady who greeted you at the front door.
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