I was just looking at a celebrities that have aged badly site and some really have, val kilmer, Christina agulera
some on the site are just bad photos tho
how have you aged? still got your looks?
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I was just looking at a celebrities that have aged badly site and some really have, val kilmer, Christina agulera
some on the site are just bad photos tho
how have you aged? still got your looks?
Knees are shot, if I was a horse they would have put me down.
I weigh less than I did 20 years ago.
I'm shagging a fit blonde 20 years younger than me who tells me I'm the best she's ever had!
I'm fitter
I train harder
I've got more money
I've got more free time
And I've turned into a COMPULSIVE LIAR! ;D;D;D
I have a hard time picturing myself at my current age. When you dream, what age do you see yourself as? When you look in the mirror do you see your current age. Mentally I stopped growing many years ago, maybe that's the disconnect
Knock on wood the last surgery I underwent was as a teen. Over the last few years numbness in one thigh on and off and have only lost one tooth. Mentally I'm not happy how aging has gone very recently. Stressed, thinking borderline burned out, I catch myself with resting biatch face and that's not me at all. Have become negative and attention span runs in 15 minute intervals and convinced all of the above is totally work environment related. I have probably aged more mentally in the last two years than the previous eight.
I have tried and tried to give up swearing
but I just cunt.
I didn't really mean physical functions, for instance, my bladders gone, I piss about 30 times a day where as 10/15 years ago id have 1 big piss a day and that's all I needed
I meant how you look
do you think you could still pull in a nightclub?
I have aged well.
People usually guess about 24-26 for my age and I am almost 31.
While I am actually 1 month older than my boss who is balding an looks nearer 40.
about 5 years ago on my birthday the average guess on my age was about 10 years less than I was, so stick that in your pipe
Last night a woman I know was telling three of us about somebody she didn't trust because they look "real shady."
Then she looked at me and said "no offense. "
I guess I look about the same.
Mate , that's not just about looks. I mean , no offence, but you're Ginger and that wouldn't have changed in the last 15 years.;D
no, it's about the patter, the lines. And as for pulling in a nightclub, I'm not being funny , but nowadays it is so much easier.
In my day, you had to work hard for a ride. First the chat up, then buy them a drink, then dance with them, poxy little snog , get their number , grovel like fuck, go on a few dates getting a bit more each time, before sealing the deal!
Now, the birds want it just as much, even more. they don't give a fuck the dirty little minxes!! ;D
With things like tinder and shit, if you are a young guy today, if you wanted to, you could fuck a different bird every night quite easily I reckon.
I tell you what mate, i'm gutted about that
I was about 10 years too old, id be the fella shagging a different bird every night
my mate is single and I keep urging him to get on tinder and get his end away on a regular bases but for some reason he wont
my other mate, middle to late 40s, reckons its very easy and hes shagging young birds all the time
hes a bit of a bullshitter mind so I only kind of half believe him
This is what it sounds like to me, putting my psycho-analytical head on.
1. your single mate is single cos he's a bit of a woos and he's a bit scared he won't get it up or come too quick.
2. your other mate is the polar opposite , full of himself, but also full of bullshit. he only shags all them young birds if he's minted or if he pays for them.
3. then comes you , Slap bang in the middle of them . if you were 10 years younger , you would be dripping in pussy juice! ;D;D;D;D
id stink of it
I've aged quite well as far as I can tell :-\
Physically I've been in worse shape and I've certainly been in better shape, but hell right now I'm only really working out 1 night a week in playing hockey but the stamina is there, the strength is there...I'm probably not as explosive as I once was, but c'est la guerre.
Mentally I am still very young in the mind, sharp, quick witted, able to remember ......well able to remember and repeat 3 pretty damned wordy catechisms without writing down 1 single syllable of them.
Psychologically I'm probably doing the best I have done in my life. I still have some times where I feel anxious or stressed, but that is just life in general and nothing that is a chronic problem. Anxiety (which is something I've struggled with in low moments of my life) is no longer the constant thorn in my side keeping me from happiness....my mind does not ramble on and on all night long as it used to and I find that most relaxing.
I do believe I need to be in better physical condition, but that is just going to have to wait for the time being and I will get into it big again very soon.
Im fucked, Im two years off sixty and cant stand 90% of women my age or around my age they look like blokes to me. If I was in the USA Id pull whatever i wanted thats only cause my doppelganger is very popular there and not here.
I was ugly ten years ago, and now I have a few more streaks of grey hairs, but don't necessarily think I've changed that much!
Physically though, I've been up and down, but currently in pretty good shape compared to where I was ten years ago, but still have plenty of work to do. However, its the recovery that gets me! Played 5-a-side for the first time in 5 years this week, with a bunch of other guys in their 30s, and the shambles in work on Friday morning was embarrassing! Seriously, we were all hobbling about with sore muscles and grazes all over, I'm sure it was never like that when I played before!
Thing is you have at least three dopplegangers.
1. Would get the younger birds queuing up
2. Would either make them run a mile or get all nostalgic but only if they were as old as us you
3. Would get all them young birds lining up again, but only for your autograph, because they would think you were his Dad
1.:lifter:
2.:badass:
3.:lhdevil:
I am still proper lush
I'm nearly 34 and my knees are already fucked. Other than that I'm okay. I get told I don't look my age but then that's usually either by kids who think 33 is middle age or other 30 odds who have aged terribly.
56 and everything is fucked, back off holiday twilight zone jet lag.
My daughter and granddaughter have walked us to death, it was not a holiday it was a trek.
Me and the wife are knackerd, time for some industrial strength Raydox O my aching bone, and I am burnt shit like a lobster.
I never had a lot going for me in the first place, but now
I'm bald
I'm fat
hips are fucked
knees are fucked
eyesights fucked
minds fucked
Nothing terrible on the outside. I got a haircut today and I am more gray at the sides. I'm getting to the stage now where I don't care so much. You get older and you spend more of your life old than young, so you might as well get used to it. I was born old anyway.
I would answer that in two ways. Last winter I got pretty sick and I realised that my 'body as machine' liberal approach to life was becoming a dead end and it meant a full on self revolution. I have had lapses, but I know I cannot eat or drink like I did and not pay a penalty. I think mentally I have aged too. In some ways it is good as I read and think a little bit differently, but by the same token my perceptions of mankind are pretty bleak.
When you are younger you are invincible and think the world can change, as you get older you realise yourself and the world are pretty far gone. All that talk of progress was lies as the system decays and they beat the drums of war again and again and again until it becomes an ache in the head that you wish would go away. 'Oh, but she said something racist!' they cry on Twitter and children chase monsters into roads and the bombs continue to fall in wars we all started. We are not at a good point. If you are not jaded, you are likely dead. All you can do is make sure you don't add to the burden of a dying world.
That sounds unfairly doom and gloom as is my way when I get into a flow, but there is the macro and the micro. For me the macro is something a cannot control. I cannot go into Bilderberg and tell them they all a bunch of rotters and send Brock in to beat them up one by one. It would be lovely, but I cannot do that. Instead, it is all about the micro and that ain't so bad.
Indeed. Forsooth. And all that jazz. Invincible when you are young and "progress" is pressing on your wings. Then, ghastliness creeps in, while your hairline recedes. You hear the drums of war and the HypnoMachine, over and over, and alas! You settle for a haircut and a cheese sandwich with Dijon mustard, but hey, its in the moment and cheese---usually a nice medium bitey one like Manchego--- sure beats taking on the whole RIGGED SYSTEM like a hero.
Or Muenster. Muenster goes good with German mustard. "Loewen Senf".
It must be hard finding the time to come on here with all the wasteland you have to walk through each day, and the ravagers that you have to fight off who are trying to steal your cans of beans. I find the opposite...when I was younger I had so much time for playing sports, games, listening to music and reading, and now I can't seem to make enough time, as I've always got to hustle and am either doing overtime or freelance work to try and build something for when I'm old and even more broken.