I am old, but I am not dead.
A post on Rad's site reminded me of a story.
Picture it, Sicily...
All us old hens are sitting around, shooting the shit. A door opens up and a bunch of people stream out. One of the prettiest boys I have ever seen catches my eye.
He is very young. No really. I mean, he is obviously old enough to work here, but he is very young. I feel lecherous, just looking at him but I can't let him walk by without comment.
"Ah, if I were only 10 years younger." The girls look at me, waiting. "Well, I would still be a pedophile. Only, you know, 10 years younger." Look of shock.
"So I would be out of jail by now. With the ability to say I totally tapped that."
2 comments:
That's the spirit.
lmfao
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