Existence Is Hell; Getting Old

 I woke up on Delray Beach after getting hammered at an establishment called Bostons on the Beach. As I gathered my wits about me, I noticed a gaggle of gorgeous young ladies passing in front of me. They were wearing a string for a bikini with just enough cloth to cover the nipple but not the areola. For decorum's sake, let's just say the string disappeared in the crack of the lower half of the anatomy.

My tongue was hard so I stood in silence as they passed. As they got out of eyesight, I noticed an old man wearing a speedo, had been watching as intently as I. Nature programs the average man this way, resistance is futile. I was hoping one day to be immune to the call of the siren.

The old man re-settled the false teeth that had popped out of his gaping mouth while the hotties strutted by and said something I can confirm is 100% true now that I am the old man wearing the tan through speedo...

He said, "Son, no matter how old you get, you never lose your eye for that fine, young thing."

The one thing I've noticed though, is the older I get and the worst my vision becomes, there seems to be a lot more fine young ladies around to gawk at. And young to me now is anybody under 55. 

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