cl0ckw0rkman
cl0ckw0rkman t1_jc9dhlm wrote
We don't stop playing because we grow old. We grow old because we stop playing.
When I lived with my uncle, he was backside of 40 years old I was in my 30s... walking out of a grocery store, it rained while we were inside. On the way to the car, he ran to a huge ass puddle and started kicking water at me... Me being the man child I am... ran and jumped in the puddle, exploding the water everywhere. Than it was on... we found all the puddles and kicked all the water at each other...
Totally making a mess But worth every second
cl0ckw0rkman t1_jc9s2iw wrote
Reply to comment by tabacdk in Happiness is finding a puddle big enough for all of your mates :) by Shortery
As a grown ass man child, I support this 100%...