At what age should one gracefully and demurely retire from baring one’s ass for all the internet to see? Surely by fifty, no?
Hell no.
It wouldn’t be ALANILAGAN.com if there weren’t a birthday suit post on this day, so here you go, along with a look back at previous birthday posts below. Scroll for me, baby…
Birthday #49: The silver wolf hair was in full effect by last year’s birthday – the last one of my 40’s, and I was definitely starting to feel the wear and tear on the body.
Birthday #48: A somber and serious fade to black, my 48th year was informed by Dad’s death and this look back (way wordier than this one if you don’t want repetition).
Birthday #47: This was a traditional birthday suit post followed by a moody midnight dip post.
Birthday #46: A proper skinny-dipping post fronted birthday #46, which was otherwise celebrated in relatively quiet fashion.
Birthday #45: Forty-five years young feels quaint now, as does this vintage birthday suit pictorial.
Birthday #44: A different kind of birthday suit rang in my 44th but my ass gave good face before the day ended.
Birthday #43 and #42: The summers of 2017 and 2018 were ones that I took off from blogging, but this night-swimming birthday suit post still made it up.
Birthday #41: Bad hair began my forty-first year apparently, followed by a blatant butt-shot, and later some birthday suit mayhem.
Birthday #40: A milestone of sorts, forty found me in a philosophical mood, and also entirely out of clothing.
Birthday #39: Birthday cake by Andy cloud out my thirties here, while other men doffed their attire for a twist on the birthday suit post.
Birthday #38: This looked like a quieter birthday, backed by a basic birthday suit post, or two.
Birthday #37: A family-oriented throwback, and not much else for #37.
Birthday #36: The merry-go-round of life spins around… with some help from a best birthday friend.
This blog doesn’t go back any further than #36… and that’s probably for the best.
Thank God this shit-show is over for another year. Good night.
