Shoot me now if
- If I grow granny whiskers so thick, my grandchildren think I am grandpa.
- When I lay on my back, my boobs disappear in my armpits.
- If I am able to tuck my boobs into my pants
- If my butt cheeks sags so low the back of my knees can’t be seen
- If butt cheeks get wet in the commode
- If my butt cheeks need a bra
Gravity was created simply to humiliate us when we reach old age. I figure God sits in a rocking chair and laughs himself silly as he sees these things transpire. All of you, God included, would get a big kick out of the “naughty” things gravity does to our sexual side. I suppose I shouldn’t list those out. We will just have to leave it to the imagination.–by Renee Robinson
I am not the author of Dr. Seuss’ wonderful poem, but oh! so fitting it is.
