Real Men of Genius: Father Time

In lieu of a regular post...

The Fly presents: Real Men of Genius. Today we salute you, Mr. Really, Really, Really Old Man.

[singing] Mr. Really, Really, Really Old Ma-an...

When most men reach your age, they just keel over and die. But not you, oh General of the Geriatric. You continue to amaze, with your volunteer work; your yard work; your infrequently updated blog; and your curmudgeonly comments about your friends' romantic lives.

[singing] Hand me that shovel...

Only you have the time to spend three months preparing a backyard for an informal wedding ceremony, all the while throwing rhetorical grenades at men who are literally a third your age.

[singing] Giving adviiiiiiiiiice!

So crack open an ice cold Guinness, oh Titan of the Trowel. Remember: every year that you hold on is another twenty days of sloppy comedy for your friend's blog.

[singing] Mr. Really, Really, Really Old Ma-an!

Thus Saith the Fly, Old Dominion, Virginia.

(I kid because I love. Hope all's well, Father Time.)