geriatric sex

the rrw gets lots of questions from his faithful flock, not to mention the sexual chocolates. one parishioner recently inquired about sex after 60.

n..n...n...now let me preach on it.
oh yes, just cause there's snow on the roof, don't mean there ain't a fire in the furnace. put on some barry white, dim the lights and take the tugboat to tuna town.....and brothers let me just say that this is important for every relationship, no matter what the age. why-unless your nasty ole, dried up hoochie momma, looks like a grey haired, overwieght boy, a loving couple should be intimate once or twice a month. that is unless, you've got some problems with the ole' joystick, if you're picking up what i'm putting down. but don't sweat that either. just batman a couple viagra and throw a paper bag over your geriatric robin look-alike, and let your "boy wonder' go a few rounds with the bald headed champ.
failure to do this, well only lead to a miserable, childless life where the only reason you drag your miserable arse out of bed, is to see if your one friend in pennsylvania, has commented on yesterdays blog. why the only exercise you get, will be when your chubby little sausages snap photos of your neighbors and their property. you will desperately seek to actually "get a life". the paranoia will set in, as your husband sneeks around the neighborhood peeping at old ladies and young girls. but sister this is all your fault. you should have headed this off at the pass. spend some time on your own business and stay out of everyone elses......
but of course, now that you know what to look for, this will never happen to you.....
peace out!