You reach a certain age…

Where you realize that you are the way that god made you. Can’t jog, got bad ankles. Can’t fornicate, because pills. Can’t eat what you love, because explosive diarrhea. For days. But hey! A good personality never deteriorates, until it does, but that is neither here or now. Anyone wanna debate politics while my mind is still good? Too bad. You will never change my mind. Anyone wanna talk about cats? I am definitely game!