I guess the good part about getting old is you start to forget shit more easily. Like, your signature magazine business is tanking or what seems like yesterday you were wearing a robe, smoking a pipe, and looking down to see Barbi Benton gobbling your knob. So that Hoveround you’re putting around Disneyland seems like your old Jag and you’re not sure if the young girl whose tits your grabbing is your latest wife or your daughter and you couldn’t care less. Senility can be the happiest place on earth.
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