So I’m sitting here, taking a break from proposal writing, watching Craig Ferguson (if you haven’t watched, then you must start), and this commercial comes on.
I think the title of video says it all. My personal favorite part of the video is guy playing the guitar. He’s all smiles and happy, and I think it’s because he was able to remember playing the first few chords of Stairway to Heaven without breaking a hip. Then his professional escort comes up to congratulate him on swinging the ax like a badass and invite him to rock-out the senior buffet at Luby’s.
This is what my contributions to Social Security will pay for– old guys, buying Cialis, coloring their hair, trying to hook up with college coeds, regaling them with stories of how they were hooking up with college coeds 30 years ago.
I’ll tell you what. When I’m 65, I won’t be surfing and telling stories about Woodstock. I won’t be rocking out at open mic at the Voodoo Lounge to the adoration of some tone-deaf floozy. I won’t be rebelling against the man and doing whatever I can to be completely self-centered. I’ll be too busy working in a Viagra factory to make up for the ten dollar Social Security check I got for the month.
Selfish, vain, horny old hippie bastards!