Will you still need me, will you still feed me

On occasion I’ll apologize for previous blogs. Sorry, there really should be a filter between me typing some blogs and then hitting publish… fuck that!! I can say whatever I want! Like I said I’m such an old man now. Seven years older than my old man. As a young man I was choking the chicken, spanking the monkey, doing the five knuckle shuffle, waxing the dolphin, rub da chub, beat da meat, knocking out the one-eyed champ, often so deal with it. I first noticed I was getting old when new hairs grew out of my ears and nose. Then I purchased a bicycle and found myself joining the great herds of 40something men at the local waterfront. Next will be the malls. I purchased recyclable grocery bags and used them. Everything sucks on tv because television executives don’t target my demographic. Major birthdays, like 30 or 40 haven’t bothered me but when I got my first grey pubic hair that’s when I knew… grandma really did have a white bush. Hey if you’re not getting older your dead. Right!

…if I’m 64.

You’re getting my laundry blog early because it really needed to get done tonight. I’m working outdoors at the auction tomorrow, looks like the boss may be telling the truth about me getting out more often. I like that!!