Thursday, August 3, 2017

Greetings Laff Lovers,

As my grandfather was always dropping pearls of wisdom on me, I thought I would share a few of the more memorable ones with my faithful readers before they disappear into the depths of my memory. One of the gems he gave me was, "TZ, marry a woman with small hands. It makes your dick look bigger." But the one that just popped into my head is, "TZ, getting old ain't for pussies." And lately, as I feel the effects of forty-some years (more or less) of crawling around on this cosmic ball of dirt, I've come to appreciate his wisdom.

I've been suspecting that I'm getting old, but something just happened to prove it. I walked into the office, sarcastically thanked our tri-athlete IT guy for the donuts he brought in, then told the head of customer that her new hairstyle gave me a spontaneous stiffy without feeling any embarrassment about it, but that's not what made me feel old. That's all just part of a normal day.

What made me feel old is when I sat down into my chair I sat on my own balls.

Jumpingly,

TZ

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