I suddenly have an overwhelmong desire to play “Connect the Dots.”
Due to my advanced age I couldn’t muster the traditional equipment to play the proper game, but I’m still pretty agile with my lingual appendage.
I suppose if one had the will and motivation he could carry the ball across the goal-line despite a physical disadvantage.
Even if you can’t cut the mustard, you can still lick the jar.
LOL, MAJ Mike!
What is this, a seniors blog? Crivens!
Reminds me of a joke ...
A gorgeous young bombshell marries this rich old man. He tells her that most of his body is failing, so their love life isn’t going to be all that physical. But he’ll try.
“What I want you to do,” he lets her know, “every night come and hold my penis in your hand.”
“Just hold it?” she asks, “Ok, I can do that!”
Everything seems fine for a couple of months, but then he comes to her and says he wants a divorce. Things just aren’t working out sexually. He’s met an 85 year old woman and he’s leaving her for the other woman.
“I’m young, I’m beautiful, I’m vivacious, and I’m horny as all get out!” wails the young babe. “What has she got that I don’t?”
He replies “Parkinson’s”.
Major Mike .... I hereby promote you to General.
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