Down here in the part of Alabammy where I reside, not only do you have a whole passel of them with a Panama City license plate inked betwixt tuchis and tailbone, they’re also chain-smoking tanning bed addicts. They look 40 going on pine-box 80. And are arrogantly defensive of it. The Walmartians around here deserve their own special web site for anthropological purposes.
OOOhhhhhhhhhh...that means that there are a million aging tramps out there...