*NOT* a WARNING to anyone, in particular...
just sayin’...
Esquire Magazine’s Things a Man Ought Never to Do After Age 30
--Coin his own nickname.
--Rank his friends in order of best-best, second best,...
--Hacky sack.
--Say “two points” every time he throws something in the trash
--Name his penis his name plus junior.
[--Name his penis]
--Hang The Scream, unless he actually stole it from the Munch museum in Oslo
--Ask a policeman, “You ever shoot anybody with that thing?”
--Use the word collated on his resume
--Air drum
--Propose via stadium Jumbotron
--Call “shotgun” before getting in a car
--Dispute someone else’s call of “shotgun.”
--Google the word vagina
--The John Travolta point-to-the-ceiling-point-to-the-floor dance move; also that one from Pulp Fiction
--Say goodbye to anyone by tapping his chest and even so much as whispering, “Peace out.”
--Vans
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