Last year, my big birthday gift was changing up my classic air cooled 1996 993 Porsche Cabrio for a 2013 Boxster, purportedly so that I wouldn't get stuck on the road in an old car. This year, now that I'm older, my kids got together and gave me a GPS so that, I guess, I can find my way home from the Last Quarter fog that visits me (or upon me, if you prefer) ... I think GPS stands for Grand Pa Search ....
"Has anyone seen an old guy turning 180's in a hot little thing and looking totally lost? 'Has anyone seen my Grandpa ... Has anyone seen my Grandpa [what are the rest of the lyrics, anyway]'"
A GPS? Bullocks!
Next year? A case of Metamucil, I anticipate.
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