I'm not gathering retirement funds because I know the way things are going I'm gonna have to work 'til I drop.

Retirement? Hell my parents are both 60 and still working multiple jobs. Retirement is gonna be like polio and rotary phones, one of those where are they now items. Fortunately, I will die in a freak can opener accident before I reach that age.

I hope you all are saving for retirement because if not you will be old people eating cat food.

With my vast financial empire, I plan to be an old person eating three for a dollar grocery store burritos.

I still have a rotary phone.

Do you have a can opener?

Manual or electric, jon?

I will die with a hammer in my hands, yes I will.
I will die with a hammer in my hands.

I'm talking about cheap, off-brand, dry cat food. Straight out of the box.

Shopping cart full of cats, midnight shift at Waffle House, cozy dumpster, heavy duty heroin addiction. Those are my retirement plans.

Meow!

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MGL...I've often said that if I make it to 80, I'm going to devote myself to junkiedom. Because at that point, who the hell cares? More fun than knitting.

Everytime the mister and I crunch the numbers to reaffirm that we've been good little ants who can retire comfortably, I remind him that we will likely be killed by a chunk of space ice the day before we plan to withdraw those funds.

Shopping cart full of cats, midnight shift at Waffle House, cozy dumpster, heavy duty heroin addiction. Those are my retirement plans.

Hey then when you die, the cats will take care of the "aftercare" arrangements. . tidy. . .your earthly remains will then be distributed in gardens and sandboxes around your neighborhood . . .thereby achieving a (strange) measure of immortality.

Jus' thu sayme as allus... baynes an' pertayters.

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Otis, that's killing me.

Fortunately, I will die in a freak can opener accident before I reach that age.

Industrial-sized deep fryer for me.

mmm, crispy.

Same here, Hugh on the work till death syndrome.

I guess I'll just focus on beer and chocolate instead of wishing I could actually do anything about all of the above.

I'm buyin' y'all a round when I get back up to the city.

Otis, that is awesome. I want it in my birthday thread because I swear, that's just exactly how I look these days.

Otis, that is awesome. I want it in my birthday thread because I swear, that's just exactly how I look these days.