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.