...that makes my "average age" 29, right?
Some guy saw me emerging from the bright red Butler and asked sneeringly if it were my "mid-life crisis mobile". I retorted: "Yup, that's it, all right. That means I'll come and picnic (or some other p-word) on your grave when I'm......let's see......116?" He walked away. A smart ass is still an ass, right?
