Timmah!

Whatever it was, the acceleration & agility of that lion was surprising.

Lol, I got stories that, if I hadn't experienced myself, wouldn't believe upon retelling. Eg: Had a girlfriend back in the day that worked at a P0nderosa Steakhouse... one of her co-workers made extra $$ on the side moonlighting as a stripper. My girlfriend said she was interested & actually asked if I'd accompany her to her co-worker's house to watch them practice. I was thinkin': 'Wutchutalking'bout, Willis?' It was a great day.

Dude, I'm pushin' 50. If one doesn't have at least a handful (see what I did there) of good stories by then, they're doing it wrong.

Let's take a m0ment to appreciate a 700 lb. cat outran & tripped-up a jack rabbit. He was like: 'You're within the conus of death.'

Walked in once on a conversation about my big balls, between my girlfriend & one of her friends. I was like: 'Heynow!' What was funnier was they trying to play it off. I adjusted my junk after I had passed them, knowing they were looking at me. Good stuff.

You being ersatz squeamish?

Tell ya what's also bad that's not mentioned is what I call the Bat Wing Complex that occurs during the sweltering, humid days of summer. Your J0hnson sticks to your nutsack which together gloms onto your thigh. Just a totally sweaty, sticky, uncomfortable hot mess of cramped crotchmeat claustrophobia.

Lol. Times happen where I'm sittin' & shittin'... as the seat warms & things relax, sometimes my sack relax & takes a rudely unexpected cold dip. The struggle is real.

Lol. There's Idiots... then there's dumbasses.

Lol, if it only worked that way. That guy likes talking just to hear himself make noise. =0

Here ya go; the man, the myth, the mean bastard, I mean Legend. Love you Dad, rest well in Valhalla:

Don't need to read about it; my dad brought it home with him.

Obviously they're faking it to fool the masses.