Most of the time, its depressing to think about getting old and by that of course I mean the eventuality of being unable to control my bowels. I’ve legit cried just thinking about shitting myself and being too unaware of it due to age. I mean bless the orderly [who is most likely currently just a twinkle in his daddy’s eye right now…if indeed his dad’s balls have dropped yet] Bless the most likely unborn orderly that will eventually have to clean up after my first “poopsy daisy” of old age not just because of the poo handling OR the salty tears flying everywhere but bless his damn heart because of all the times after that, I’ll be over it; therefor I will do things like throw my legs up and yell “powder my ass!” or remind him to baby wipe my balls well enough.
Some say 4.5 feet of pizza is ridiculous but I am the man that says its a challenge.
Definitely more into hanging out with kitty and listening to music all day in the nude than going to work. But you can’t always get what you want,
4 days sober. I don’t want AA because I’m atheist and all. Anyone know of an alcoholics program that doesn’t want to shove jesus into my chest?