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Monday, February 11, 2013
My Kind of Mardi Gras
I’ve packed all that up, and I’m moving on. To peace and quiet.
The weather’s helping matters. It’s too chilly and wet to be out there.
Do I miss the mayhem? Nope. Just a little? Uh-uh.
Been there, done that, never caught an STD.
Or a bullet.
Besides, at my age, it takes way too long to get pretty. And all that product is expensive for a little old man on Social Security.
So, goodnight, ladies. It was fun while it lasted, but the high old times will always, sooner or later, drag and sag.
It’s time to turn the corner and head on home.