I cannot see, I cannot pee, I cannot chew. Oh, my God, what can I do? My memory shrinks, my hearing stinks, no sense of smell, I look like hell. My mood is bad--can you tell? My body's drooping, have trouble pooping. The Golden Years have come at last. The Golden Years can kiss my ass.
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Jam'n on the Lake '08
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JAM 2008 Remembering Jonathan Posted by on Tue, 27 May 2008 10:45:00 GMT