The Golden Years
I’m
pretty sure those reading this have already reached those so called “golden
years”.
I have
no idea as to who started this line of B.S. had to be a 40 year old politician,
as you may know there is nothing golden about it, especially after 70 years of
age.
For
men and a few women the first to go is your hair, second your teeth, third your
energy level has dropped down to almost zero, and needless to say your sex
drive has driven off to the land of fantasy.
Not to
sound all negative, we gain a few things, like arthritis, high blood pressure,
no problem more prescriptions and a lot more money for those greedy doctors.
Your
memory is on the decline, and oh yes not to forget those bleeding hemorrhoids
after every mornings movements, if you’re lucky enough to have a regular
movement.
Not to
forget the opportunity of Alzheimer’s and Parkinson’s that could enter your
“Golden Years”, Cancer is another thing to look forward too, especially colon
cancer, now that one can really hurt.
Your
kids are talking about that very nice rest home; you know the one with all
those hot chicks in their 70s to 90s, all hot to trot. Better to masturbate
than get into one of those wrinkled up old bags.
Doctors
really love you, they set their with pen in hand eagerly ready to write you a
prescription for that new miracle drug, that they haven’t tried out yet, and it
only cost $50 a pop.
They
are called, “ those in the practice of medicine”, that’s it folks they practice
medicine on your old body, I for one don’t need some rich asshole practicing
any thing on my body.
You
must learn one thing in this rapidly ageing world, there are three kinds of
people that you must stay far away from, 1. Are doctors, 2. Are lawyers, 3. Are
preachers of any religion, they are all blood sucking parasites who only want
your money.
Needless
to say there is a 4th, and that’s politicians, they want your money
as well as your vote. All dead beats who will suck you dry.
In
closing my I wish you all a very happy “Golden Years”.
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