I don't find much of anything you say as funny enough to laugh at yourself about.
You have some moments, but those are very far and in between. Almost celebrated because of their rarity.
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken back, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken back by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my father!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't punish myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
I'm not either. Would you care to discuss why of all the things on Mucho, that you visit on a daily basis, this pissed you off? Because I find it quite amussing.
irish.. It didn't piss me off. I just don't get it. Plantshit i work you noob. And didn't you say you got a job?? and no if I remember right he never actually tested it on a real bear,although he tried. I'm not sure though. Either way it's a cool suit
I was A: making fun of the people who post their drawings, in particular the tranny elf one, and B: drunk, and C: it was like 4:00 in the a.m. So I had to stick to my guns, in order to keep the conversation alive.
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*sigh*...you know what..lol
I know what.
Saying "lol" in every post makes you much more of a fucking gimp
Well I put lol it means I'm laughing. Not necessarily laughing out loud..but still laughing.
I don't find much of anything you say as funny enough to laugh at yourself about.
You have some moments, but those are very far and in between. Almost celebrated because of their rarity.
i still think this guy needs a girl
Come again fucko?
I'd love to hear you put in your two cents and stand the hell up.
Well hey, at least I'm happy. All that matters. You don't seem so happy..lol.
we should just kill gta
i second the killing of gta
These 2 cry babies above me don't belong in mucho. They can't even handle comments without getting ass hurt..lol.
ya ok. lol im gona be u. lol man this istnt funny. lol ok im gona go now. lol lol lol lol lol lol lol ? o ya lol
I couldn't tell what it was they were burning into the guy.... Homer???
That's the first thing it looked like to me. Then, I thought it might be a poorly-done skull. Then, I completely stopped giving a shit.
Wow, you guys gave a shit?
the grateful dead sux
jerry was a piece of shit. i'm grateful that he's dead.
nah, i love the grateful dead, that line just cracks me up
"does that hurt, dude?"
ye THINK?
Team pus +1 point
Thats burnt skin, there is no pus in this video and will be none because they sanitized it with rubbing alcohol you fucktard.
Well, there wont be pus, but there will be fluid that looks like pus. Plus, if he doesn't keep it nice and clean, it can't still get an infection.
WHITE blood cells.
Team white blood cells + 1 point?
Silly college kids and their beer.
These aren't college kids, they're dropouts.
that is sick as fuck dude
I'm glad I'm old.
I'm glad you're old too.
The other day a young person asked me how I felt about being old. I was taken back, for I do not think of myself as old. Upon seeing my reaction, she was immediately embarrassed, but I explained that it was an interesting question, and I would ponder it, and let her know.
Old Age, I decided, is a gift.
I am now, probably for the first time in my life, the person I have always wanted to be. Oh, not my body! I sometime despair over my body, the wrinkles, the baggy eyes, and the sagging butt. And often I am taken back by that old person that lives in my mirror (who looks like my father!), but I don't agonize over those things for long.
I would never trade my amazing friends, my wonderful life, my loving family for less gray hair or a flatter belly. As I've aged, I've become more kind to myself, and less critical of myself. I've become my own friend.
I don't punish myself for eating that extra cookie, or for not making my bed, or for buying that silly cement gecko that I didn't need, but looks so avante garde on my patio. I am entitled to a treat, to be messy, to be extravagant.
I have seen too many dear friends leave this world too soon; before they understood the great freedom that comes with aging.
Whose business is it if I choose to read or play on the computer until 4 AM and sleep until noon?
I will dance with myself to those wonderful tunes of the 60&70's, and if I, at the same time, wish to weep over a lost love ... I will.
I will walk the beach in a swim suit that is stretched over a bulging body, and will dive into the waves with abandon if I choose to, despite the pitying glances from the jet set.
They, too, will get old.
I know I am sometimes forgetful. But there again, some of life is just as well forgotten. And I eventually remember the important things.
Sure, over the years my heart has been broken. How can your heart not break when you lose a loved one, or when a child suffers, or even when somebody's beloved pet gets hit by a car? But broken hearts are what give us strength and understanding and compassion. A heart never broken is pristine and sterile and will never know the joy of being imperfect.
I am so blessed to have lived long enough to have my hair turning gray, and to have my youthful laughs be forever etched into deep grooves on my face. So many have never laughed, and so many have died before their hair could turn silver.
As you get older, it is easier to be positive. You care less about what other people think. I don't question myself anymore. I've even earned the right to be wrong.
So, to answer your question, I like being old. It has set me free. I like the person I have become. I am not going to live forever, but while I am still here, I will not waste time lamenting what could have been, or worrying about what will be. And I shall eat dessert every single day. (If I feel like it)
That story's too long to read, if I was your grandkid i wouldn't visit you.
ya...uh..man ..you're not really old
Old or not, that was well put.
he didn't write it irish. I've read it before somewhere i'm sure. A kindred spirit for you eh irish?
I have no idea to what you are refering.
I am old, so I will drink beer when I want and not worry about what other people think. Oh wait, I did that when I was young too...
hahah nice, brands hurt like shit tho....that shit looks like its goona get infected tho
Sigh.. White people.
^^Considering how you look, im sure you do some crazy shit yourself.
I think the word "moron" wasn't quite strong enough and that kid won't be allowed to go to the movies for a month when his mother sees it.
remember this men pain doesnt exist, pain doesnt..exii....aaaaaaaaaaaaaaagh! omg ! aaaghh!
Hey plantshit. I submitted a picture for you. You'll like it when deja get's to it
hope so , have you draw it yourself ?
hehehe
irish eat my scrotum... no Plantshit .It's the cover of a documentary movie about a guy who made a real bear armour suit thing. You'll like it
i can't draw at all personally ..just like 1rish1
I said I drew this on the back of a bar nap, I don't see whats so hard to believe.
still maintaining your story there pinochio?
Once again you use your day off to to aim misdirected anger at me for providing the good people at Mucho with a conversation piece.
i'm not exactly busy
I'm not either. Would you care to discuss why of all the things on Mucho, that you visit on a daily basis, this pissed you off? Because I find it quite amussing.
No? Well then enjoy your day off, "dik".
dik: i dont work either, i live on welfare as a perfect world would be if someone invited robots that could work for us.
dik: bear armour sounds very funny, did he pwned the bear?
irish.. It didn't piss me off. I just don't get it. Plantshit i work you noob. And didn't you say you got a job?? and no if I remember right he never actually tested it on a real bear,although he tried. I'm not sure though. Either way it's a cool suit
i quited my job and i hope i will never going to get work anymore in my life.
sounds like a cool armour
I was A: making fun of the people who post their drawings, in particular the tranny elf one, and B: drunk, and C: it was like 4:00 in the a.m. So I had to stick to my guns, in order to keep the conversation alive.
irish: you want to suck a hard white choclate cock?
No, but thank you anyway.
I like how one of the guy's was holding his hands, so touching and affectionate.