A half a decade?

Well well well, it finally happened.  This last week I turned 50.


Fifty years old.  I just cannot believe it has finally arrived.  I think I am experiencing some sort of shock.  I just do not feel any different than I did 30 years ago.  I still lust for blonde women and like Jack Daniels in single gulps.


Perhaps it is a little premature to get measured for a pine box yet.  Mebbe I should just roll up a purple ciggarette and contemplate five decades.


Ladies, its been great.  Heres to another 50 years of the best.


About RWRamo

Old fat flatulent been there done that, I proscribe to the thought one should never jump out of a perfectly functioning airplane.
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