Friday, July 19, 2013
Grandma drops some stick math and its more stone cold than the Koch brothers' hearts.
Forget the vitamins, the ginko, and the fiber. When death comes to your door, tell the Reaper: "Not today, bitch. I'm bangin'."
Alerted to this by Gawker.
Another cool geezer: Live long and this is your reward. Hey Stan, damn the crinkly years. You look like one fun old guy. Your wife is a lucky woman (except for the accordion).