Short one...

Good gosh you're perverted and in titling this I'm probably going against the grain of my own thought, point.

I'm old, I'm grumpy.

Ahm, Victor? Like, we didn't know that?

Ok, ok, my blog reputation precedes me.  

Are you like me?  Good gosh I hope not!  But, (Victor, you can't start a sentence with 'But'.)

But, does it turn your belly like mine to roll up to a four lane traffic light stop, and ya got one car (amongst your car, a car with a mom and two little ones, a car with an (even more) elderly couple and you are 'treated' to MAX VOLUME SONGS WHERE, 'CREATIVELY' EACH, EVERY VERSE INCLUDES AN F-BOMB OR SIX?

Continuing my Walter-like on golden grumpiness... many youths (Damnit Victor, that's discriminatory)...eh, whatever...   many youths, our moral 'cover up' has deminished so, there is no longer a verbal filter where me thinks a filter oughta be in place.

Bar soap has been replaced by fine, sensory, scented body wash, and it might even taste great, hell I dunno.

Victor, just how tall is that pedastol you envision yourself on?

OK, right you are.  I am, somewhat liberal (no, not politically... well I am, but that ain't what I mean here.)  I am somewhat liberal in fun, somewhat dark, KINDA push the R rated envelope, let hair down, enjoy, have fun..... but but but.   It's gone too far.  My opine anyways and yes I know I've done some pretty raunchy, Goofy stuff here, but hopefully i've never meant to offend.

Victor?  Where ya going?

Well, breakfast, then maybe to the gym, pickup some paper towels at The Piggly,  then, to a minor league hockey game.

No, no, no. I mean, where ya going with this blog?

So glad you asked! I've got two nieces I love to brag on.  The youngest one awakens at ugly-thirty as I do, so, we battle each other in Wordle, then relate, 'her day' and I in turn share 'my day.' They are both, of course, a generation younger.

In learning about her, her hubby's day yesterday, she related:

"Then we watched Carol Burnett, the Three Stooges and Scooby Doo in our little TV room, it was nice!"...

Far out!  Even farther out, she added:

"We often say that little room is like a Time Machine...I'm even thinking of decorating it in a 70's theme. Only rule is we can't take any tech/device in there. It's amazing what a distraction that is, with all the beeps and notifications...nice to go back in time, so to speak."

Youngsters (at least to me, and i think most of you),  going back in time.

We, on golden grumpy folk, cannot lay the blame of moral degradation fully upon the lap of the young.  Somewhere along the tug of war life grip, we slipped as well.

Never F... 

Huh?

Never Forget, the ones who stood before us who brought belly laughs without the need to include pungent. Skelton, Knotts, Conway, even more recently, Seinfeld. 

Ok, off my high horse...watch your F...

Feet.

Love, Victurd