Loved One's Newsletter Postscript

The hardest thing about growing old is wiping one's ass, it really is. Thankfully, erections are plentiful and much stiffer than in decades past. The genes demand dispersal far and wide before a long dirt nap intervenes. Call me nature boy but not to my face. Remember that July 18th is the day of the viper and we shall not be moved. Please arrive with one of the following or a combination thereof: Jew's harp, small flashlight, black French cut panties... preferably soiled. When the last song from GFL begins, feel free to wang on the harp, torch up your face from below, or don the panties like a ski mask and inhale deeply. If you see the singer give the brush off sign, it means that you should turn your back to the band and moo... but polite like. We appreciate your cooperation and enthusiastic participation in this vital bit of sin eating. Bon appetit!