Go On Mamas. Make My Day!
ALL YOU UNATHLETES OUT there, it may inter-est you to know that many of the marathon events these days include also a 10km fun-run for one’s family, so they don’t feel left out. That doesn’t mean they have to run, of course, they can walk if they fade along the way. Stroll. It’s all for the companionship, you see; we-e-ell, the Comradeship, on a small scale. The serious club runners blast off first, see, so the kids and cripples and geriatrics don’t get under their feet. I qualify for the fun run on two counts: Cripple and Geriatric.
What happened to me when I was only 85 was real Mad German Scientist stuff, I tell you: to dig veins from my legs and plant them in my heart. I mean next thing you know is they’ll be extracting DNA mysteries from one’s genitalia and grafting them to one’s sensibilities. Why, I recently met a crumpled up old Emeritus Professor of Something who said to me he felt okay about being all crumpled up and ready for the hereafter because he had humped 200 women in his lifetime and how’s that hey? And how I thought was, hey this ou has got his dick diced up by some psychopath sangoma somewhere and stuck in his skull.
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