People tend to compare aging to a bottle of wine. You find yourself a little stout and round, And dust may litter your behind. Like the grapes that create a fine wine, The fruits of your labor have become your wisom from age. Timeless and valued beyond compare, And the lable may need a bit of repair. But unlucky for you, None of this is true. I wish I could say something better, My friend, you have aged like cheddar.
I recently found a round, black piece of plastic, with a hole in the middle and grooves on both sides. I picked it up and threw it. It flew for more than 300 yards I'm sure that must have been a record.