Well I liked to say it’s sex, drugs & rock’n roll, but I don’t do any of that. My big problem (pun intended) is my weight. I am morbidly obease. If I could get to my ideal weight, I might live to 85 or so. I’m just not sure I want to.
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Aaaarrrgggghhh. It’s 101 for me. My mom died at age 90, her parents were also nonagenarians. This is not a good thing. All of them suffered from dementia from their 80s on.
My wish is to wake up dead one morning in my mid-70s. I will have lived to see at least my first (so far my only) grandchild graduate from college and perhaps marry. My two daughters would be in their 50s. And I would have been retired a decade and have spend all my dough.
Life expectancy: 87 FUCK!
How long is a FUCK?
How many FUCK’s in a year or years in a FUCK?
(someone had to asked)
Oh, now this is cool!
When I answered the questions normally, I got 62 years.
When I went back and said I smoked pot once or twice a week --** 5 years were added to my lifespan!** It read 67!
Damn! Maybe I ought to start smoking pot!
Some mornings, it’s just not worth chewing through the leather straps.