Remember when people wanted to buy stamps of murdered presidents? No? Me either. That is why I am pleased to show you another gem I found in the barn whilst contracting the Brown Lung (a respiratory disease caused by breathing old barn dust and paper fragments from the 1950’s and 1960’s). Again, I will let the ad speak for itself.
I can’t wait until I get to the age where I get to talk to people, and while they respond, I can think about what I am going to tell them next.
I have found that the older I get, the more my areas of awesomeness get more awesome.
I have also found it to be true that as I get older, my areas of suckiness get more sucky.
Just because an old man is wearing dark sunglasses does not mean that he is blind. Therefore, it is not a good idea to try to hold that man’s hand and lead him across a parking lot.