Still Kicking It

We’re not talking about going out on the town, drinking and hitting on every single chick we see, but hopefully we’re sane enough to still carry a legit conversation, and are sharp enough to tell stories to grandkids about “the good ol’ days” and how we used to get down.

If we’re living to 99, we better not be laying on our back all day in a bed wondering if we’ll see the light tomorrow. Still talking to people without pooping our pants would be a good day for us.