ETERNAL YOUTH

Think about it, eternal youth; most men at hitting fifty or so start dreaming of how wonderful it what be to regress to there teen years, knowing what we know now of course.

I believe in the not too distant future this could very well come about; think about all the transplanting going on in this high tech world of ours, your heart, liver, kidneys, even your lungs can now be reshaped to function a bit better.

Cosmetic surgery is now commonplace, face lifts, nose jobs, tummy tucks, breast implants, Fanny pads; there are women of fifty with better bodies than when they where 18, better looking too.

Now even men are jumping in, take a look at Michael Jackson, a walking bag of scar tissue, he can hardly open his mouth or breath threw his nose, living proof that some take what may be a good thing to far.

Men are getting hair implants, teeth capped, faces lifted, nose jobs, tummy tucks,now they even have penile implants for those who can only urinate threw what used to be there pride and joy; "will eight inches be enough Mr. Roos"? Hell no I want 12 inches of solid manhood.

My dream is this, forget all that transplant and implant nonsense, I want to go for the whole nine yards, a brand new body; not such a big deal when you think about it, they've just about gotten there already; all they got to do is get me a body of a well built good looking eighteen year old; no don't kill the kid, I'm talking transplant here not murder; he'll just have to deal with growing old fast, then he'll learn just what a crock that "Golden years" BS is.

Just imagine, you'll wake up in a brand new eighteen year old body, probably with an erection, when I was eighteen I always had an erection, remember those days?

Oh well its only mans fantasy's, with my luck I'd probably wake up and start feeling around my new set of equipment and to my surprise find a couple big lumps on my chest, " hey Doc what are these? Those are 36 Cs, just what you ordered Miss Cook, Miss Cook my ass I'm Mr Cook, and what's this hairy hole between my legs?" oops poopo happens says the laughing female Doc.
Well maybe its not all bad, I got a body and looks of a playboy centerfold, so if I play my cards right should have a few million in the bank plus the Rolls, and the Estate on Long Island, a winter house in Bermuda. And not to forget the Villa in Italy, and if I put in a little overtime I can probably work my way up the ladder at Microsoft, maybe even buy it. ( hey this is my dream don't mess it up )

Yeah I can probably get into this female thing, who knows maybe I'll open a belly dancing school in Washington DC, hey, those poor lonely politicians, even presidents need a little comforting. duwayne@partiallyretarded.com