Monday, September 15, 2003

I am a seventy year old man trapped in a twenty-three year old body. The other day I spoke for over an hour with an elderly gentleman about the sad state of society. The majority of the conversation was very one-sided as I pontificated about the fall of the West. The old man agreed completely with my acid laced observations, and remarked on my maturity. I will spare you the intimate details of our conversation, but it must be said that I had a lot in common with the social security eligible man. What does this mean? Well, basically it means I have fifty more years of bitching to look forward to. You may have always suspected that I am a bitter man but who would have thought a bitter old man.

At least I don't need to use viagra.....well ok maybe sometimes but only when I am really nervous....

Go to hell