Tuesday, September 26, 2006

Is it one more or one less?

Click to embiggen if you ain't sick enough already.

In honor of my birthday, I offer the following:

A portrait of the way I feel sometimes

The Golden Years*

I cannot see
I cannot pee
I cannot chew
I cannot screw

My memory shrinks
My hearing stinks
No sense of smell
I look like hell

My body's drooping
Have trouble pooping
The Golden Years have come at last
The Golden Years can kiss my ASS!

Dyslexia has its bright side: If I look at it just right, I'm 16.

*A coupla those might be true. Or might not. Discuss.

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