Here it comes — the big, fat, FOUR-ZERO. No fooling.
Woo! Hey — haven’t you heard? 40 is the new 30. Heh.
Oh — and I’ve been telling people that I’m "20-11". 🙂
Oops — make that 20-21… yikes.
40 is the new 38.
From my perspective, it keeps getting better and better. I’m going to kick ass at 50. 🙂
well, then 40 is hot. because YOU are hot.
You’re older than me and always will be!
Actually, I wish forty would hurry the hell up. It sounds so bizarre (for me to be that age) I want it to happen already.
Yeah, I’m weird.
ps: it was nice to see you last night, wish we had more time to talk.
Forty is the new 30.
Fifty is the new 40.
You whippersnappers quit making all that racket, I’m trying to sleep.
Forty is nothing to get worked up about, why, when I turned 40 I was… I was…
Well, I forget what I was doing but
…wait, where was I?
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