To the one, jokes about the ravages of age, generally speaking, and the horror of middle age more particularly, are proverbial low-hanging fruit, and, sure you’re welcome to do a testicle joke, here.
Oh, right. Low-hanging fruit. Adam Huber. But, you know, no testicle joke.
Just, you know, a bug swallowing an ice tray.
Oh, wait. That’s not right. Besides, does anybody under forty know what an ice tray is?
Never mind. Something about a bag of party ice would be pushing it. But, yeah, there is this weird time in memory, between ice trays and ice makers, when everyone seemed to have a bag of ice in their freezer. Oh, right. And sixteen random cooler packs, none of which matched the cooler they actually hauled out when occasion demanded.
Because the one reliable thing about middle age is that it leaves you feeling like a ranting old fart.
Goddamn cooler pack landfill nightmares.
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Image note: Lordy, Lordy ― Detail of Bug Martini by Adam Huber, 22 February 2016.
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