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Maybe this is all just me, and the quirky way that I view all of this life, sometimes, especially now. Just as quickly as life can grab hold of us, tackling us right down tickling us until we pee! 

"Oh, did I just write that out loud?" 

Oh well, whatever a person thinks about me, is still, and will always never be any of my business. At least not anymore! I'm getting far, far too old to care, lol! 

I have most of those many assorted middle-aged problems. Just like most good folk' growing older, and; are trying to make their way blindly, quietly to the bathroom at night!

As I teeter on the edge of my aching feet, bouncing off the walls back and forth on down the hall to the restroom, closing the door, rubbing on my belly in circles back and forth, then, wee, awe relief! 

Thinking to myself, lol, laughing!: "Come on Joey, I dig you "man!" "Man, I'm getting old, way too old for this." "I was sleeping so good, but yeah I guess that this couldn't get any worse." 

Hearing my answer, my roommate, all of my housemates tapping on the door urgently, Hey guys quiet, yup, shh, I'll be right out. 

Thinking to myself: "I mean I always try and carry an open mind, right?"  

Fear gripping me then, thinking to myself: "Yeah, my brain is goona one day roll right out, lol!" Yeah, yeah, laughing, flushing the toilet, letting up the front of my bloomers. 

Turning on the water, grabbing the soap, washing my hands, drying them really quick on my bloomers. Then stating: "Hey guys, my brains gonna one day fall right out!"

Yeah, guys hear I come, I'm on my way out, and hey, I tell you: "I can't wait!"

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