The idea that you could just hand me the tooth and I’d give you a buck *never* crossed your mind, did it? You’re far too wise to believe in anything as silly as the Tooth Fairy. But that molar’s still under your pillow. And I’m still going to wait until you’re sleeping, my little scientist.
Farewell, Zero the Hero. Nothing won’t be the same without you.
Actual questions, posed by real women, and answered by a REAL man. What could go wrong?
What would you choose as a password phrase that you will remember, and cheerfully type into some widget several times a day? How about the epitaph that you’ve already had engraved on the headstone you’ve already had commissioned for the cemetery plot you bought yourself last year? I guess that’s probably not something you’re going to just up and forget next week, is it?
We all have goals. Mine are more along the lines of “still being on this side of the dirt” when I’m 67 years old – actually running over that dirt would be gravy.