I have a couple of gray hairs on my head (pause)! I can’t believe that at 28-year-old I have four strands of gray fuckin’ hair. The good thing is that you can only notice it if you’re face-to-face with me—which only my wife is. I guess there are three reasons for my gray hairs.
1.Republicans—The thought of having another four years under the Republican regime and the proposed bailout plan has me popping up with gray hairs in unsightly places (pause). Like my toes.
2.The Mets—Not since the Knicks of the ‘90s has my fanhood been tested like this. It’s like I’m a proclaimed sadomasochist by saying I’m a Mets fan. Sometimes it’s easier just to jump on the winners’ bandwagon…but the Yankees suck even more than the Mets this year. Orange and blue forever (tear).
3.Marriage—As much as I love my wife the few times we have arguments I feel like a douche, a gray-haired douche at that. (See here).
But I won’t let the wife pluck’em. I’ll sport them with a badge of honor and watch less Mets games.
Uno,
Jesus
1 comment:
Don't even trip. I have a couple recurring gray hairs that haunt me by coming back whenever I pick 'em out. Sucks, but think of them as a reminder of how wise we're getting.
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