(Middle-aged man with long flowing hair drives a convertible down a country road. His wife is in the passenger seat.)
NARRATOR: You’re at the age where you know what you’re doing.
(Same man fires up a chainsaw.)
NARRATOR: You’ve earned the right to walk around with confidence.
(Man walks down a boardwalk with aforementioned wife.)
NARRATOR: You have the experience to know that being yourself is the only way to live.
(Man is seen performing as a mime on the street.)
NARRATOR: But your body doesn’t work as well as it once did.
(Man pauses during a jog visibly winded.)
NARRATOR: Your belly is starting to make strange noises and you’re too lazy to care.
(Man shrugs whimsically.)
NARRATOR: Your day is now punctuated by hourly naps.
(Man falls asleep at the wheel of the convertible.)
NARRATOR: You’re a man. And men get to make inappropriate comments to waitresses.
(Man nervously enters a Hooters.)
NARRATOR: You’re approaching the age where your racist comments are amusing, not offensive.
(Man crosses the street while approaching a minority.)
NARRATOR: You plan to die sitting in front of your television.
(Man reclines in a La-Z-Boy chair.)
NARRATOR: But just because you’re getting older doesn’t mean your lifestyle has to change.
(Man lays in a hammock wearing nothing but his underwear.)
NARRATOR: Viagara is trusted by men everywhere to maintain the mediocre lives they lived before their mid-life crisis. Ask your doctor if Viagara is right for you. If not, go buy a sportscar.
The Lighter Side of the Moon 
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