OH MIGHTY OLD ONE, LET YOUR CORROSIVE WISDOM RAIN DOWN UPON THE WORTHY.
Seriously though, I have a question about aging:
Is it true that by know, in your current state of decay, your ear-lobes hang down to your waist and your, uh, dedicates have to be tucked into your shoes?
Is there any way to speed this process up?
Also, since Charley left I feel [OMITTED FOR GOOD TASTE].