Please God, I Can’t Be Dead! I’m Only…

…forty-seven?

Oh, crap. Nevermind.

Forty-seven, that’s horrible. That’s like 17 years past your date with Carousel. Two whole caveman lives, minimum. Just marking time between prostate exams really.

Why would anyone want to do that?

Bring on the speeding bus.

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