Started in 2014, finished in 2017, it's Puma Daddy's Age Progression!

Age 8: Look at that adorable little guy! Like any good scout, he's always going to be upright, honest, and faithful! He's gonna do good deeds, always tell the truth, and be an upstanding member of his community!

Age 16: Or fuck all that shit, because you're a teenager in the 80s and your parents don't understand shit and the world's going to hell, and you're forced to be in the closet because of uptight assholes, and all you give a shit about is rocking out to the best hair metal band IN THE WORLD, Bio/Hazard who're on tour and you're totally going to be sneaking out to rock out at that concert when they hit your town. Fuckshitfuckassfuck.

Age 24: I mean, after getting gangbanged by the best band in the world in the dressing room, how could you -not- run away from home and start your new life as a roadie? Hell, at this point, you've been with the band longer than the drummer and backup vocals. Through thick and thin, (all shit people can learn from the "Bio/Hazard - Behind the Music" VH1 special so why repeat it here?) you've stuck by. But with the newest rebranding, the writing's on the wall. Life can't be a series of helping the band fuck fanboys and lugging speakers around.

Age 36: Sure, your ill-considered marriage is falling apart and the wife is taking about keeping the kids, and sure you're sensing that the whole Dot-Com thing is about to come crashing down, but life could be worse. Sell off your stocks, sign those divorce papers, and see about investing in some real estate. Maybe work out a little, get that teenage body back. Maybe stop living in the closet so much. It -is- almost the 21st century, after all.

Age 48: Be awesome. Have a dozen beach-houses you own and rent out to spring breakers and surf bums. Travel the country. Fuck a lot. Work that mojo. Don't forget to mail checks to the kids on their birthdays. Leer at the cutie serving you coffee at the roadside diner. See if you can ride his ass out back later.