When I met my wife some 23 years ago, I fucked like a rabbit, smoked like a chimney, drank like a fish, could talk the devil into giving me his throne, had hair down to my ass, wore 28" 501s & black leather & rode motocycles (I didn't even own a 4-wheeled vehicle). We were gonna raise Ferraris, not babies.
All these years later, I don't drink, I quit smoking, my hair is much shorter (though still there), my leather won't zip, those jeans will barely pass my thighs, I sold my bike, I had my balls cut off (figuratively) & the dentists calls to say my teeth pulling adventure is a go.
To top it off, last night i got a Teamster Application form.
Just kill me now. Please.
All these years later, I don't drink, I quit smoking, my hair is much shorter (though still there), my leather won't zip, those jeans will barely pass my thighs, I sold my bike, I had my balls cut off (figuratively) & the dentists calls to say my teeth pulling adventure is a go.
To top it off, last night i got a Teamster Application form.
Just kill me now. Please.
