50 is not a sentence

I remember when I was a child I heard that someone was 50, so that there 50, even 40, I thought: what kind of an old man is he, he lived his life, how much is left for him. Now I think on the contrary: what is he still young, still live and live))

Yesterday, that's my first friend hit fifty dollars! Tsiferki he even hung to admire.

We used to celebrate our birthday? They drank to hell and then another three days of pohmelyalis. Now quite different, they sipped for decency and talked, talked and talked. It's even strange, somehow. This table is covered, and we chat, and almost sober))

This bottle of "cucumber cucumber" we can not drink from the fortieth year, we leave everything for the next year, it's a pity to open it.

But now the cake arrived, the jubilee was already shy. Cake for his favorite theme - fishing.

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That's how they celebrated, and the head does not hurt for the morning, not that in his youth, not, in his youth. We are still young, if not with the body of that soul for sure))