It's my birthday and I normally treat it just like any other day, but about six years ago or more I looked in the mirror and saw that I was starting to go balled. It’s this fact that forces me to let this day pass by with little thought on my part. Some how I managed to let the thought of being completely balled by the age of fifty and at my currant rate of down hill baldness, it will happen with no doubt.
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