73: Prudence

I drink too much eat too much fat and stay up too late. The only exercise I get is beating my wife. They say this isn’t good for me, but what do they know? They don’t know how mean I’d get if I didn’t drink myself into a stupor every night. They don’t know what my wife would be like if I didn’t beat her every week, at least a little. And as for eating butter and the fatty parts of the steak, I wouldn’t do it if it didn’t make me happy, and if I weren’t happy I tell you I would make this world a much more painful place for others.

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