Getting old sucks. Being 42 is a lot like the plot line of the Dao of Steve, but with more aches and pains, less sex, more doubt, and fewer snappy one liners. Plus
three four animals who refuse to listen to you but you are obligated to keep alive despite their best efforts to get killed.
Oh, and then there are YOU FUCKING PEOPLE.
Whatever. I think TBOGG and I need about six months in Jamaica.
Oh, and by the way, the first one of you fucks who suggests yoga (to the fat guy with the agility of a front porch) as a way to relax and relieve aches and pains is getting banned. You’ve been warned.