Better Late?

If you call me up and don’t start speaking within the first five seconds, my ass is gonna hang up on your ass and I will block your number for all-time.

Pet peeve?

Probably more like a foible.

Although I am actually avoiding the Old Man Syndrome where everything irritates you, and that is probably because I still have one foot in the water so to speak, which keeps me perpetually young at heart and mind.

You can stop those stupid-ass commercials where people are embracing their old age.

Life couldn’t be better!

That is one tremendous load of crap.

I don’t see any commercials promoting old age over youth.

I wonder why?

Old age is the precursor to death.

That’s why.

Didn’t want to cheer up my fellow senior citizens, but what you should be doing right now and every second until you go to join God is whatever gives you pleasure.

You need to act with the irreverence of untested youth, speak the unspoken, oh yeah, and get your affairs in order.

It’s not like you have a lot of time to do this.

Do it before you can’t do it.

Do the math.

Mother Nature had to go and prove what a cruel bitch she is by showing that she kills in a plethora of ways, this time two people lost their lives because of incessant rains and flooding in northern California.

This, on the heels of the twenty-two winter storm-related deaths in upstate New York.

It is the New Year and I know because I have my new desk calendar set up for 2023.

I refuse to believe I will be sixty-nine in May.

So they are raising Social Security income after hearing for years about the precarious situation of the Social Security Administration.

Look around.

Old people are everywhere.

 In spite of the parades, building collapses, wars, and pandemics, the number of us old buzzards appears to be growing.


Say no more.

A mechanic gets shot by a customer who feared the employee was stealing his car.

In the mixed bag that is Georgia, the man will either go scot-free, be electrocuted, or bounce back to run for office in the state.

If an aberration like Marjorie Taylor Greene can exist in that state, any disease can fester. The only thing lower than MTG are the amoeba that support her.

Time to take down the lights and head into this year.

I hope all of you had a great year and are looking forward to an even better one.

Thanks for all of you people who follow me, read my blog, or have purchased my book. May your pets be healthy and safe, may your children grow strong and kind, may you achieve all that you desire, and may you live in harmony with God’s plants and animals.

I just had an idea to see if Hanger can make me a swiveling prosthetic foot so I can trey and learn the Moonwalk with only one leg.

I can see it now: Maddogg hobbles to the mike with his walker.

He raises his hand, drops it in synchro with the “E” power chord and simultaneously kicks the walker off the stage.

Music starts. Bass beat, Maddogg starts the Moonwalk…

Damn, this weed is good.

Stay well.

Published by maddogg09

I am an unmotivated genius with an extreme love for anything that moves the emotional needles of our lives.

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