> This seems like a pretty serious crisis, so I'd better hurry, but I'm
> so old I can only hurry so fast. But it isn't easy for me, you know.
> Not as spry as I used to be, no sir. No spring chicken here. I drag
> my body around like a burden, all my strength is gone. Old age is
> such a pain! Bad business this old age thing. When it comes it brings
> all kinds of troubles. Let's see, first you've got your ... naw, I'd
> better not start counting them off. Makes my speech too long. But I'm
> pretty worried about this here crisis.

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Well, Bub, x duh 21 ...I dun REE-ceev'd yo' note 'bout yo' prob-lim o' "gittin' older." Now mahnd yuh, I ain't-a-laffin' at yo' DEE-clared incapacity tuh REE-tain yo' youthful prowess. NAW! NAW! Quite tuh duh con-TRAREE, dat's uh process 'o nature. B-U-T, when yuh git tuh talkin' 'bout duh struggle o' UDDAHS, yuh gotta be mo' curt-EE-uos! Sounds tuh me yo' dun learned yo'mannuhs 'round duh syde o' duh f&+#@! barn. Yung feller, ah nevah dun seen NO ONE befo' LYK YOU -- one big turkey jest a-cruisin' fer a bruisin'!

In other words, Man, let L'IL OL' MOI make the jokes about aging and ageism, as MY birth certificate serves as a more appropriate qualification for that sort of business! Let me "make that point perfectly clear."(with profoundest apologies to Richard Nixon)

The Arrogant One