ToUtem wrote:
I am Nobby-esque in my advancing age. Fortunately for both of us there are sports cars and-- as we have already determined on another thread --pharmas to help us in our slow and dottering decline.
Can I get a witness, Nobs, old chap?
ToUtem
It is my understanding that To
Utem is young enough for me to knuckle his head, pinch his cheek (left, upper) 'twixt forefinger and thumb, and let him have the occasional sip of my beer.
In '74 I was moshing at Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin and Frank Zappa gigs. I had already started smoking, and begun to develop an aloof sense of innate superiority (and that was
before I knew any Americans).
Sports cars do provide a compensation for my halitosis, dentures, impotence and Donald Trumpesque comb-over.
My only medications are cigarettes, fine wines and ales, and the occasional tincture of malt whisky. But yeah. . . those of us who remember when Michael Jackson was black, 'gay' meant 'happy', and Presidents were literate have to seek whatever remedies come our way.
On a side note, I have a sneaking suspicion that Gwynapnud would pitter-patter her (for she is indeed an lithe and toothsome young filly) little heart at the prospect of being swept into the ebony arms of our Nubian adonis as he whisks her away in his negrocopter to an secret tryst-place to demonstrate the architectural, nay, tectonic might that is the notorious 'bama black snake'