Man electrocuted by heated car seat

The Owen Sound Sun-Times reports that one Gustav Wagner has succumbed to injuries from an electrical fire in his car. In a scenario reminiscent of Adam Sandler's famous song, "Piece of Shit Car," the seat springs poked him in the balls just as he experienced some routine bladder leakage on account of his enlarged prostrate. Unfortunately for Mr. Wagner, unlike in Adam Sandler's day, cars now come with "heated" seats. Electrified seats, in other words. Can you say "electric chair?" After reading that, you can bet I'm gonna pay the extra for the shock-proof adult diapers.

Adult diapers and the inexorable diminishment of quality of life as one ages

I was watching a Stones concert vid from just a few years ago, and couldn't help but ruminate on the fact that, even though I'm now officially a senior citizen, all those guys could, at least theoretically, be of my father's generation.

Charlie Watt's just bought the farm at age 80. Who can imagine rocking and rolling with the greatest rock and roll band in rock and roll history at that age?

But he's gone, and millions of dollars worth of hair transplants buried with him.

What a waste.

The Rolling Stones have provided the soundtrack for the last fifty years of popular culture. They'll be touring again, sans Charlie. The ticket prices will be astronomical. No street-fighting girls and boys anywhere, except those Antifa kids with rich white parents, will be able to afford the freight.

But we love them all the same...

Aswim as we are in our grief at Charlie's passing, life goes on. I ventured forth on a junket to the Indian River Liquor Store this afternoon, to stock up on supplies for the weekend.

That's fifteen minutes one way, and another fifteen back home, for a total of a half hour round trip.

I couldn't do my half hour round trip without ducking down the Church Side-road for an emergency piss on the way home!

Adult diapers here I come!

If your underpants zone is perpetually damp, you're probably ready for adult diapers

Ya, hate to be the one to break it to you, but that's where you're heading.

Me too.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Hell, we've lived through the smug glances of those Shopper's Drug Mart check-out clerks since we bought our first tube of K-gel, haven't we?

And the condoms.

And the 'roid ointments.

So what's the big deal with the adult diapers?