I had my fitee in July. It's not like anything is less fucked up, but maybe I'm getting used to it. I did get the traditional gift. I don't know how it got to be a tradition for 50 with some biker buddies of mine, but it is:
A trenching tool... just in case it gets too deep. Also, we would not like any of us to pass unburied...
50? Hell... we made it this far.... If I'd have known I was gonna last this long, I would have treated myself better.
50 down.. 20 or 30 to go. I could coast that far
I got the senior discount on coffee this morning. Ok... I'm not gonna think about that much. 30 year old women talk to me like I'm their dad. Oh well.. WTF.
I used to say WTF and get upset about things. Now I just say WTF. I tell the kids I'm old and I'm trying to get into heaven now... so DON'T PISS ME OFF!
Ah serenity of senility. Hell... when I was 18 I knew everything. I get dumber every year.