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| Misanthropic Boomer |
The thing that keeps me from doing stupid and dangerous things is my age related physical limitations, not any desire on my part for a safe old age.
There is a certain place within the human male brain, I am convinced, that is forever eight years old. And, if not for getting too dizzy to prevent me, while climbing the ladder, I would once again jump from the roof of the house, umbrella in hand, yelling Geronimo on the way to yet another broken ankle.
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