Thirty. Fuck me.

Is there really anything more else I need to say at this moment?  Rhetorical.  Some of you have been here and the comfort is that all you young whipper snappers WILL join me… eventually.

Been around three decades and all I got was This lousey t-shirt!   Wisdom now etches my newly forming laugh lines… *cough*…  Now I can sit back in my rocker and curse at the top of my lungs “Hooligan!” and “Pull up your pants!”  *hack* .  Of course the one I’ve been waiting to say all my life “When I was your age….”  “… there was no Wikipedia!  We had to go to a library and look up books with the Dewey Decimal System!”  Now don’t get me started if you don’t know what that is… go Google it!!!

Lots to look forward to, Depends, walkers, Prune juice; it’s just to bad it also means becoming deaf, dumb and blind.

Yeah, this is what you get to look forward to, son…..  Don’t say I didn’t warn ya!