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A Man’s Age Determined by a Trip to Home Depot

You are in the middle of some kind of project around the house — 

Mowing the lawn, putting in a new fence, painting the room or whatever. You are hot and sweaty, covered in dust, lawn clippings, dirt or paint. You have your clothes on. You know the outfit — shorts with the hole in the 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 Home Depot to get something to help complete the job. 

Depending on your age you might do the following…

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. And you went to school with the pretty girl running the register. 

In your 30’s: 

Stop what you are doing, put on clean shorts and shirt. shoes. 

You 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. 

In your 40’s:

Stop what you are doing. Put on 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 Brut Cologne is almost empty so you don’t want to waste any of it on a trip to Home Depot. 

Check yourself in the mirror and do more sucking in than flexing. 

The hot 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 on a hat; wipe the dirt off your hands onto your shirt. 

Change shoes because you don’t want to get crap in your new sports

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 Bubba’s Bait & Beer Bar and it says, ‘I Got Worms” LOL LOL

In your 60’s:

Stop what you are doing. No need for a hat anymore. 

Hose the dog crap 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.

In your 70’s:

Stop what you are doing. Wait to go to Home Depot until the drug store has your prescriptions ready, too. 

Don’t even notice the dog crap on your shoes. 

The young thing at the register stares at you and you realize your testicle is hanging out the hole in your crotch. 

In your 80’s:
Stop what you are doing. Start again. Then stop again. 

Now you remember you need to go to Home Depot. 

Go to Wal-Mart instead 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.

In your 90’s & beyond:

What’s a home deep hoe? Something for my garden? 

Where am I? Who am I?

Why am I reading this? 

Did I send it? Did you?

Who farted?



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