NEW RELEASES
How did this happen?
I work with a bunch of young men. Young, young men. They are all in their early twenties. Tonight was very slow at work and it was a lovely, balmy evening with a full moon, so I headed outside to do some stuff that needed to be done out there. Because it was such a fantastic night, I did one of the guys work, too. No big deal – besides I enjoyed being outside for a while.
When I got back in, I overheard the following: “Jeez, Andrew, you’re gonna let an old lady do your work for you?”
Holy crap! When in God’s name did I become the “old lady”? I fear that I many vomit. It is technically true that I could be his mother – but still.
My Honey, bless him, offered to go beat him up for me. I may take him up on it. He’s pretty tough, for an old guy.
Our yougest son, Keil, age 31, is working at the golf course where we are members. If I hear,”your grandson is so cute!” one more time, I am going to scream and strike someone with a nine iron!
I am not an old guy. Hell I’m still in my 30’s.
And the offer is still good to kick his ass!
As Homer Simpson put it “I’ll kill for you Marge, Please let me kill for you!”
Tell ‘um to put on their big boy panties and get back to work or you’ll cut a switch!