Why do youths in Asia want to kill me? I hear all this talk in Canada about Youth-in-Asia and how, when I’m ready to die, they can help me “succeed”. I’m sorry, but I’ll die by my own hands, thank you very much. And it won’t be with any help from a bunch of teenagers on crack and liquid nails.
When I’m good and ready, my hands will drive me to the cottage and continually stuff myself with spare rib meat, chicken meat, sausage meat, beef meat, lamb meat, veggie meat, deer meat, beer meat, tree meat, and an assortment of Tofurky deli meats, until my body stops functioning, all in front of a glorious late-afternoon sunset.
Wait a minute – I’ve done that already. Every weekend. Well, I’ll think of something else.
In the meantime, I think the youths in Asia should learn to respect their elders.
I like to break up the all-meat diet with the occasional chunk of chocolate.
If this catches on, the kids in Europe will be offering this service soon.
Ha! So clever. I’m an elder. I want respect too. Will you share?
Lots of meat to go around!