Old Codgers "R" Us

The original intention of this post was another redundant diatribe about the ills of being an old codger. I have already discussed the matter ad nauseum. I have already provided descriptions and chronology of the aging process. Heck, I observe senior citizens everywhere ... the bus, the various fast food joints, the gym, the various dens of consumerism (read: shopping malls), even homeless senior citizens. Most of them are decrepit. No surprise, eh?

Typical Junior Citizen Hottie

Anyone can witness the effects of old age by just looking around. Senior citizens are everywhere. Sadly, most people are in denial ... denial of death, that is. They are unable to visualize themselves as decrepit senior citizens. Tragic, isn't it?

Typical Active Hottie

The aging process for the ol' lavahead has already commenced. I don't need to visualize myself as an old codger. I already am one. Physical degeneration is already happening. I am attempting to remain active. However, my time is limited.

The Vienna Sausage is the first casualty, as I have mentioned many times previously. As an old codger, I don't need to use the Vienna Sausage except to excrete liquid waste matter. Babes aren't interested in old codgers unless the old fool has lots of money and assets.

Natasha Vega

Thus, I have already mummified the hurdy-gurdy video library (HGVL) except for one priceless Natasha Vega video clip. What a hottie! In time, the latter video clip will be expunged.

So, what's ahead for the ol' lavahead? Well, aside from death, he has a few years of exponential decline. Nothing to look forward to, obviously. Well, I am an old codger.