The only swinging that I can see myself doing is at a playground on a real swing. Even swinging on a chandelier is beyond my comprehension. Of course, I'd like to swing on a trapeze, but I am far from a gymnast, although the circus is in town here in Boston.
Hash? Closest I will ever come to that is corned beef hash, and the cholesterol from that will just help clog my arteries.
I didn't realize that my life was so boring ... being 44 and all. Maybe I need to find myself a 59 year old gent
who hasn't been prescribed Viagra. Better yet, I'll look for a gent a hell of a lot younger or else get my kicks buying shoes in Spain in March.