DADDY HAND-FUCKS 64-YR-OLD BEEF!
What the fuck? I thought, at 64 ("When I get older, losing my hair, many years from now . . .), I was supposed to be worrying about doing the garden and digging the weeds. Instead, there's still this fucking pole between my legs. So I have one goddamn, *****-ass question: Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I'm 64? Fuck, yeah!