I picked a username after an auxiliary character of an old superhero TV show, and spend most of my time in the Game Room.
Farts will never not be funny, I don’t care how old I get.
Just yesterday someone was talking to me about something and said something along the lines of “…and so they did their duty blah blah…” and my response, as always, was “You said “doody” hahaha.”
I pick my nose and I’m not ashamed of it. I don’t eat it tho, 'cuz that’s totally gross.
I go out in public wearing shorts, a t-shirt, and combat boots.
If I’m not going anywhere today, I don’t take a shower today.
A meal can consist of a box of mac-and-cheese and a coke, and I’m ok with that.
I often watch cartoons.
I spend an inordinate amount of my time playing games instead of doing something productive with my life. Actually… I consider playing games to be something productive.
I’m 40 years old and still feel like I’m 12.
Me? Is that you?
I expect the laundry and the dishes to wash themselves.
I have tantrums (although I have learned to suppress them)
90% of my shirts are t-shirts with silly things printed on them. I don’t wear them to work because the work people won’t let me.
When my kids fuck up my first reaction is to say, “Ooh, you’re gonna get in trouble for that!” meaning their mom will lose her shit in their general direction. Me? I pity them for incurring her wrath. Several hours later I realize I also have the option to dispense discipline, but it doesn’t feel right.
A value fast, zippy, 2-seater cars more than reliable, stealthy, 4 door sedans.
These are of course only examples. I really don’t know why I’m arrested at 15 years old. I think it’s because grown ups can be very mean and I fear them.
I am over 50 and I still eat peanut butter and jelly sandwiches for lunch - except I am out of jelly so I use Nutella. I always eat all around the sandwich so I get the crust out of the way and then I just have soft gooshy peanut butter/chocolate bread.
I watch cartoons with my kids all the time and I often insist that they watch the good ones and not the crappy ones. I just helped my son build his Lego Ninjago dragon and Star Wars Lego set.
No! Don’t do that! That’s painful!
Tie a long silky scarf to his tail instead. No pain, all humiliation. Especially if it’s a pink scarf and a boy cat.
Peanut butter on the bridge of a dog’s nose.
I love to false bark and woooo at the neighbors dogs, just to get barking going.
I also participate in the chain-howls when a siren goes by.
My wife says :rolleyes:
You are a truly evil person. I’d like to point out, though, that this probably will only work if you have just the one dog.
I can do a spot-on Beavis impression, especially if someone says the word “fire”. I also enjoy pulling out the Cornholio bit. 
Farts are still funny. So are belches.
I moo if I see a herd of cows. Bonus points if I’m not driving and can make cow horns with my fingers.
I still eat Pop-Tarts for breakfast. The sweeter the better.
I blaming your dog!
When I discovered that one of the airport codes is CLT I also discovered I’m not quite mature enough to make travel arrangements for coworkers.
Many years ago, a friend of mine yelled out the window at a herd of cows: “Your mother’s my SHOES!”
I loved it, and to this day that’s what I yell instead of “moooo!”
I’m 43, and I still laugh my head off at the campfire scene in “Blazing Saddles”.
I still love Count Chocula, Frankenberry, and Boo Berry.
I pull out the Butt-Head impression every time I hear someone say the words “hard on.” (Huh-huh. You said…)
I set aside an hour on Friday nights just to watch the Three Stooges on Antenna TV. The good part is they don’t interrupt the shorts with commercials.
And of course, I made sure not to miss “Munster, Go Home” on Svengoolie last night.
Or “La dee friggin’ da” accompanied by a neck waggle and rolled eyes. 
Heh heh heh. Seanette said boob.
Geez, whatta buncha immachur Loosers ! (just kidding … it’s been lots of fun to read all of your posts … so far 
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Just wait 'til you have to book someone to Pensacola, FL. Or Fukuoka, Japan. Or Phuket, Thailand. <snerk>
Anybody here remember the Far Side cartoon where an unemployed cockroach is sitting by the side of the road? He laments that he had a good job & a good life until one day someone pointed out that he was just a cockroach. That’s me. I have a job & they let me talk to customers & make decisions. Me! Someday they’ll realize that I’m just a kid in a grown-up’s body. <snerk>
Neener neener neener!
–45, 46 in less than 2 months…