I'm of the opinion that we reach a plateau of maturity around thirty, and like those wonderful bell-curves I'm sure you can picture from statistics, it's all downhill again from there. Case and point, my grandfather enjoyed throwing an old broken pair of dentures at the fridge when strangers were visiting, or into their glass at dinner...just to see what they'd do.

Be wary of Camy. If you leave any smelly cheese lying about, he's sure to steal it. Please refer to the 'Betsy, my Brie', incident.

Oh, the small things.

Welcome to GA!

-dio

Cheeky, am I? Hmm, well ... possibly. I have four of them. As to curtains and windows, I'm rather confused - I have blinds.

Please excuse Dio's memory. It was 'Susan, my Stilton'.

Camy

I'm of the opinion that we reach a plateau of maturity around thirty, and like those wonderful bell-curves I'm sure you can picture from statistics, it's all downhill again from there. Case and point, my grandfather enjoyed throwing an old broken pair of dentures at the fridge when strangers were visiting, or into their glass at dinner...just to see what they'd do.

 

Be wary of Camy. If you leave any smelly cheese lying about, he's sure to steal it. Please refer to the 'Betsy, my Brie', incident.

 

Oh, the small things.

 

Welcome to GA!

-dio

Thanks for the smelly cheese tip...it's a habit of mine. But, what I wanna know is this: how can a bloke of 20 talk about maturation plateaus when he's still a rosy-cheeked lad?

That said, it was just a theory a friend and I came up with on a long car ride that we both found amusing and surprisingly accurate in our immediate families. I was randomly browsing through blogs and stumbled across your post, and it reminded me of that conversation. I do so very humbly apologize if I overstepped my bounds.

 

-db-

My comment was not intended to be critical and I'm surprised you took it that way. I'll need to be more careful of how I pose simple questions in future.