Retirement is for chumps. And April foolishness.I am a man of many hobbies and interests, but stirring up the shitpot ranks near the top. Could I really quit? As I was laying about, I realized that nature abhors a void, and that the sheer vacuum on the interweb and in the lives of you, my constituent readership, would crush me with guilt and sadness. Later, I would forget about it and do something fun, never to think twice, but while I'm in the moment...
This is like one of those oldey-timey marriages - we're stuck together for life, or until the consumption strikes. I'll put my toys and self-interest away to focus again on your needs. You could call that the definition of love. That, and a 1/3 of whiskey.
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