No kidding. I am 60 and cannot throw down like I used to. Some punk does this to my truck in a peaceful protest will meet my Louisville slugger.
Gee whiz, hitting one of those pukes with a Louisville Slugger is like punching your fist into a bowl of Cream of Wheat.
I’ll be 60 Tomorrow. I never could throw down, but I have a railroad spike in my dope box just waiting to ring somebody’s bell. They may get my car, but I know I will get one good hit at them.