It's Spring and You Know What that Means... Naked Jogging

I don't know if it's all the pollen I've snorted or the warm air flowing though my britches, but I'm feeling spritly, like I'm 80 again. I've got a date with Window Munchausen and if things go right, they'll be some poker after Bingo night if you what I'm saying.

But what's more important is that Spring is here and that means it's time for naked jogging. I plan to hit the streets and air out the winter cobwebs and I do meant that literally.

There's nothing finer than waving to the neighbors as I shuffle my way through the neighborhood, my 95-year-old scrotum swinging pendulously like a wrinkled metronome. I sing along Yip-I-Addy-I-Ay!