Wowee, Brad, is that a wig? Lucky fella, you Fabio lookin b*st*rd! Rippy, I fully intend to reclaim my man card after the next piece of hardware is installed. Here is my retirement plan:
Once the ice finally leaves, in July, I'm planning on resuming my practice of paddling daily, probably in the morning, and then motoring around for the rest of the day, in pursuit of the delicious Sander vitreus (pickerel to me, wall-eye to you). In the evening, I'm going to resurrect The Plaid Prancer's outfit, and lead Zumba dancercise classes for all the local beauties. Perhaps I'll resume hitting The Blue Lagoon, the local ripper bar, and put on an extra show before midnight, so the frisky ladies of Geraldton can stuff loonies and toonies into the knife sheath dangling in front of my dangler. By golly, then I wouldn't even have to supply teach to make a go of retirement, the Plaid Prancer could take me to the stars!
Truly, modern medicine is witchcraft, it can transform a fat, balding geriatric into a tranny pole dancer raking in the dough!
Once the ice finally leaves, in July, I'm planning on resuming my practice of paddling daily, probably in the morning, and then motoring around for the rest of the day, in pursuit of the delicious Sander vitreus (pickerel to me, wall-eye to you). In the evening, I'm going to resurrect The Plaid Prancer's outfit, and lead Zumba dancercise classes for all the local beauties. Perhaps I'll resume hitting The Blue Lagoon, the local ripper bar, and put on an extra show before midnight, so the frisky ladies of Geraldton can stuff loonies and toonies into the knife sheath dangling in front of my dangler. By golly, then I wouldn't even have to supply teach to make a go of retirement, the Plaid Prancer could take me to the stars!
Truly, modern medicine is witchcraft, it can transform a fat, balding geriatric into a tranny pole dancer raking in the dough!