I didn’t even bother reading your last message, you old fart, because I’m a very busy klub kid preparing to go to a rave followed by an all night orgiastic shroomfest. I’m not so sure I can afford the concert though, as I spent my last paycheck on bubblegum and tinsel.
Your slippers are by the nightstand right next to your teeth.
Hell is Other People.
Forty. HA! I’m forty five and I don’t feel old at all. I still climb trees and last weekend I ran in a 13 mile race. I bet I can beat most 20 year old women arm wrestling, too.
Jill
You’re only young once, but you can be immature all your life.
Hot damn! I thought you geezers were in your twenties! Dear lord you’re all as pessimistic and jaded as Gen Xers. Congratulations, I’ll bet your grandkids think you’re the coolest on the block. For now I shall revel in my youth and take small pride in the fact that I have a good two hundred years ahead of me. Future science is gonna rule, and I’ll still be alive to witness it. Ta Ta, and a plague on both your houses.
This is HDTV, it has better resolution than the real world - Fry
I take that back. I doubt that future science will come up with an age reducing serum, however I can look forward to bigger and better boner medications.
This is HDTV, it has better resolution than the real world - Fry
45! Jill, you’d better get down from the tree, take your Centrum Silver, and pick your walker back up because at your age your gossamer arteries, spider veins and weak lungs just might cause a massive heart attack. Think of your loved ones!
Hell is Other People.
Sake Samurai,
Thank you, I couldn’t find my slippers (or my teeth). wheezes
I hope you enjoy your ‘all night orgiastic shroomfest’ (whatever that is, because shroomfest is NOT in the dictionary).
Jill, can I watch you wrestling other women …oh, my goodness! Sorry - Sake’s got my old glands going again…