February 4, 2010 4 Comments
It is my goal to marry a girl ten years younger than me. But it has nothing to do with me being a pig or a pervert. I just want somebody to drive me around when I am older. When guys are in their eighties, people are always trying to take away their driver’s licenses.
Cops usually only let eighty-year-olds slam into a couple of things, where they don’t know who they are or how they got there, before they take their driver’s license away.
That is why I want to marry someone ten years younger than me. I don’t want to be the old guy stuck at home because the cops took away his license. I want to be the old guy stuck at home who has his younger wife drive him around because the cops took away his license.
Marrying a girl ten years younger than you is also good for basic survival. If my wife is ten years younger than me, then there is a good chance that when I have Alzheimer’s, she won’t get Alzheimer’s for another ten years. That is ten years of having someone who can make rational decisions and who can find things for you.
Because if we both have Alzheimer’s; both can’t remember stuff, and both can’t make ration decisions. That sounds like a scary movie that I don’t want to buy a ticket for.