What do you get the much heralded little blue pill for (his? or her?) 10th birthday!? To be honest, we've never met. I have never even shared a good giggle or snort with a girlfriend, (or a guy friend) over their encounters with the cheeky little Diazepam. So what does that say? I am finally too "young" for something!! Hallelujah! Mind you, I did try to slide into the Halifax Macs hockey game as a senior citizen last Sunday, and the gentleman at the door almost granted me the $2 off until his wiley co-worker spotted that forty-something twinkle in my eye. What a relief. But back to that hard to buy for, pesky blue pill.
Ten is double-digit time. Ten is finally being able to mow the lawn, only to find it isn't as much fun as it looks. Ten is rounding the corner from being a baby to a daytime babysitter. And, sadly, ten is about the time, some creepy kid in your class tells you there is no Santa and that Jolly ol' St. Nick actually does some pretty disgusting, unspeakable things to Mrs. Claus.
So no gift Viagra, but you get my very best wishes. I hope you get a cake shaped like a rocket or SpongeBob Square Pants. I hope you can still blow out all of your candles, and get your wish. Maybe we'll meet someday, and I apologize in advance should I burst out laughing and ruin the moment. I'll close this on "happy ending" with one of the many Viagra jokes I found online.
Happy Birthday, Big Boy.
A man and his wife went to the chemist to pick up his prescription for Viagra. Seeing the $10 per pill price, the man was astonished - but his wife had a different opinion - “Oh, $40 a year ain’t too bad”.
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