Today was my birthday. It was also Danny Devito’s, a man of similar stature and credibility.
I am now officially older than dirt. Dirt was esctatic to finally be younger than someone. He laughed and called me a “geezer,” whatever that is. I responded by hitting him over the head with my walker and throwing a bottle of Geritol at him. Being young and spry, he easily evaded the missile.
Considering my advanced age, I briefly considered going down to the funeral home and turning myself in. Why wait til the last minute? But no, the Grim Reaper will have to come and get me. I won’t go quietly. I intend to break his scythe over his head and give him a wedgie with his long black robe.
I am reminded of the saying, “I may be getting older, but I refuse to grow up.”
However, I can’t speak for DannyDevito.