Appears out of nowhere trailing smoke, crashes and burns somewhere else a few minutes later.
Of course I understand why you had to get back to your 16 year old son and nutty labrador. I understand your labrador, and why you keep standing on its paws or falling over it. Same as for the son.
Not exactly rock'n'roll, though. Just saying.
I haven't had a fuck since last February, and I'm not getting any younger, and not slowly either. When men of my age start feeling like sitcom material, we begin to panic. Like hogs in the tunnel we begin to panic.