Tuesday, 19 January 2016

Musings and Woes

Why do youths in Asia want to kill me? I hear all this talk in Canada about Youth-in-Asia and how, when I'm ready to die, they can help me "succeed". I'm sorry, but I'll die by my own hands, thank you very much. And it won't be with any help from a bunch of teenagers on crack and liquid nails.

When I'm good and ready, my hands will drive me to the cottage and continually stuff myself with spare rib meat, chicken meat, sausage meat, beef meat, lamb meat, veggie meat, deer meat, beer meat, tree meat, and an assortment of Tofurky deli meats, until my body stops functioning.

Wait a minute – I've done that already. Well, I'll think of something else.

In the meantime, I think the youths in Asia should learn to respect their elders.

hands off the pine box, youths