Devolve

What's an old codger to do? All of those young hotties at the gym, but he's too old for them. Too decrepit. And, did I mention the dysfunctional Vienna Sausage? The geriatric mind (if not senile) feels the biological urge. However, the Vienna Sausage refuses to cooperate. That's a new take on the old adage, "The spirit is willing, but the flesh is weak." Baha! Ha! Ha! Haaa!

Typical Gym Hottie

There are a few old codgers at the gym. I don't notice them checking out any of the babes, though. Are they senile? Have they resigned to the eunuch life-style? Or, have they voluntarily become old fudgepackers who hang out at a certain beach in Waikiki at night?

Typical Training Hottie

Or, Molech forbid, have the old codgers become true walking cadavers? That's a distinct possibility. Yet, I wonder, how does one become a walking cadaver? Too much cheap booze? Too many prescription drugs? Or, has the mind simply abolished all biological urges?

Typical Fitness Hottie

Questions, and more questions. I must entertain those thoughts as I am approaching the threshold of decrepitude, the gateway to geriatrics. Moving to the Chinatown mausoleum ... errr, dormitory ... is "the final nail in the coffin." Perhaps that is where I will finally devolve into a walking cadaver.

Ol' Lavahead Mini-Update®
I am quite pleased with the Apple® iPad® mini 2 tablet computer. It's elegant. More so, it will finally emancipate me from Net slavery.