SergeantLynch

Older generations always look older than younger generations.

Or, younger generations always look younger than older generations.

And middling generations always look younger than older ones and older than younger ones.

These are obviousisms.

And at 65.5 I have the vital energy of a 65.5 year old.

And whilst my children were growing up I remained a competitive runner and cyclist.

I would suggest that sitting in front of a device playing pseudo reality games for prolonged periods, will in the long run sap younger generations of the vitality they might require in later life.

Youthfulness is transient and fades whilst you are not looking.

And I guess you were winding up the old guy and that's okay, but I'm being serious for a moment.

Cheese and pickle is my favourite.

Or your nose.

Note the edit.

Do you sprinkle dill on your poutine.

No one was listening to Timothy.

What therapy do you use to ween them off porn.

I guess it's very hands on.

Would make a great double act.

Ebuc and the Korean Man Child.

Money.

The one true GOD that unites all Doc.

So what are your staples.

Swede and Seal?

Precisely, which Law books.

Actually, that's Ebuc.

In which book precisely.

I think your Mom told you that.

Which books?

Yep, better to eat the Moose and Bears.

Complicated or stupid?

At around 30, you should neither be playing childish games or with yourself.

And yes, I did understand that it was a childish game.

At around 30, I had a wife, two children and a mortgage to support.

Is that because your Mom says so?

Either, no one can afford the tariffs, or jam isn't as popular as it once was.

No doubt a tariff on sugar as well...Or no one left in the Caribbean to cut it.

I blame maple syrup...Probably trafficked across the border strapped to Moose and Bears.

What happened to the hunk on the boat with the wind in his hair?

It's a best seller, so the story must be good.

Though I found it a bit tedious and the plot a tad flawed.

Like one of those historical dramas, where someone left a biro on the shelf.

Who else is going to pick the strawberries.

What the fu*k are you rabbiting on about.

I can get you a dozen eggs for £3.25.

And never buy a common pet online, unseen.

Though if it was a rabbit, you could have rabbit pie for a change, rather than egg sandwiches.

Thought the slave trade was outlawed.

But hey, if they are going cheap, I'll have half a dozen nubile babes.

Must be 16 or over.

Fear not.

I will put some tuna sandwiches in the doggy bag for the cat.

Like me, my dog isn't fussy.

Can't beat venturing with capital.

Pour it into the system, swish it around for a while, and the masses will eventually piss it back again, into the venture capitalists buckets...

It's the way forwards.

Sounds like you are experienced in such matters, Debs.

Marriage and children are seemingly not for you.

Far better for you to remain a bachelor and hoard your assets.

So you die without issue...Who gets your fortune?

A universally accepted fact.

You have no evidence to back up such a statement.

In fact, I got in touch with my friend Sweewee, who is a Drogoid synthetic root vegetable from the Planet Foom in the Lala sector, and it wholeheartedly disagrees with you.

I use Abrahamic communication methodolgy, which involves altering neuro links with plant based organic compounds...Compounds similar to those exuded by Drogoids.

In fact, Drogoids can rightly be regarded as AI...Thinking mans hybrid Parsnips as it were, similar to Sheldon Welderbeck but with green hair and no penis...They cross pollenate and are hermaphroditic, absorbing nutrients and exuding oxygen...Such is a universally accepted fact.

And a concept

You said it.

If it were fact based, it wouldn't be a concept.

So beardy man was around as a concept long before the Christian adaptation.

Probably because of beardy men who inevitably grew beards.