Thankyou its a bit rough in here
We oldsters are bulldogs and noobs wear Milkbone jockey shorts.
We’ve seen it all and gravitate towards natural explanations for life’s mysteries, or maybe that’s just me.
Anyway, I don’t think you will find many takers here for:
“Bless my soul, what’s wrong with me?—
It’s Elvis in my grilled cheese, guh guh golly gee!”
So wear a cast iron jock for a while, just sayin’.