Just one peanut butter and jelly sandwich doesn't do it anymore.
Driving a car doesn't always sound like fun.
The average ten-year-old doesn't have a clue who Bo and Luke Duke are.
Being bad is no longer cool.
You have friends who have kids.
Saturday mornings are for sleeping.
You are taller than the slide at the McDonald's playland. Your parents' jokes are now funny.
You have once said, 'Whatch-you talkin' 'bout Willis?'
You have owned, and since disowned Michael Jackson's Thriller.
Christmas starts to piss you off.
You would rather wear your dirty clothes again, cuz mom is not there to do your laundry anymore.
Naps are good.
Hitting girls is no longer considered flirting.
You have once deemed Space Invaders as 'The best game ever'.
When you know that the machines in gas station bathrooms don't dispense balloons.
When things go wrong, you can't just yell, 'Do-over!'
Playboy's Playmate of the month is younger than you.
You actually buy scarves, gloves, and sunscreen.
Your idea of fun parties now include Chips 'n' Salsa and Snapple.
You leave concerts and ballgames early to beat the crowd.
You WANT clothes for Christmas.
You don't want a Camaro because of the insurance premiums.
You look in the surveillance camera monitor at the convenience store, wonder who that guy is standing at the counter with the bald spot, and then realize it is a shot of you from behind.
