The R Word Again
I'm sitting here in my big, comfortable, black leather pappa chair in my living room, in total shock. My Lady Wonder Wench just said the R word to me again. I think I'd better stand up for a moment, just to prove I still can. There. That's better. I knew I could do it. As I have told you before, I know that as a true Louie-Louie Generation gentleman, my years of having young lovelies whispering the word hunk behind my back...in lustful awe...may well be all the way back in my rear view mirror. Come to think about it, there are now young lovelies...and not so young ones... cruel ones...who might possibly say my rear view simply isn't really worth viewing at all anymore. Retire. In my book Staying Happy Healthy And Hot, Big Louie, the Chief Mustard Cutter of the Louie Louie Generation says, "You know you're ready to retire when work is less fun and fun is more work." I'm not there yet.