I’m getting sentimental and downright squee-ful in my old age. Cynicism and sarcasm are always the first to go. Followed quickly on stage by multi-chins, gut spillage and butt sag. And before you know it…
There go the pants.
I’m getting sentimental and downright squee-ful in my old age. Cynicism and sarcasm are always the first to go. Followed quickly on stage by multi-chins, gut spillage and butt sag. And before you know it…
There go the pants.
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Well, it’s a good thing that cynicism and sarcasm go before the pants. Because it’s never good to be pantsless AND sarcastic. But then, I always thought the memory was the first to go (or do I remember that right?); and if it is, you would have an excuse for re-using gags. And for forgetting pants.
The first thing to go is eyesight the second is…..um…..