40 sounds great. Not that I relate. I’m still 27. Always 27.

We interrupt the regularly scheduled post to bring you… well, this.

First, let me just say I did not write this. I wish I had, but I didn’t. The following was sent via email by a friend…

If you are 40, or older, you might think this is hilarious.

When I was a kid, adults used to bore me to tears with their tedious diatribes about how hard things were. When they were growing up; what with walking twenty-five miles to school every morning…. Uphill… Barefoot… BOTH ways. yadda, yadda, yadda

And I remember promising myself that when I grew up, there was no way in hell I was going to lay a bunch of crap like that on my kids about how hard I had it and how easy they’ve got it!

But now that I’m over the ripe old age of forty, I can’t help but look around and notice the youth of today.  They’ve got it so easy.  I mean, compared to my childhood, they live in a damn Utopia.

And I hate to say it, but kids today don’t know how good they’ve got it!

1) I mean, when I was a kid we didn’t have the Internet. But, wait! There’s more…