Rolling down any highway in the state of La Florida, I have noticed a trend in the billboard clutter along the roadside. It seems that the story that is most often told is that of the future of our elderly. I have, after getting fine tuned to a frequency only insects could hear, noticed that all of the photos seem to be sexual in nature. They show your grandparents in a way that you yourself may have never seen them. You know that they perhaps have separate rooms, or at least separate beds. You know that they have their own agendas, and scream at each other all day. And, you know that their junk has not been activated since your uncle came home from "Tha Nam". But the owners and builders of the countless old folks villages, villas, vistas, and so forth advertise these joints by showing grampy all pushed up on grammys cool-locks (spelling?) and sitting in a canoe or some shit. They stand in groups, two men, two woman all scantly clad looking back at you like some shit is going down after bingo tonight baby! They got them on a beach all locked up, or on a trail in the woods, or a million other places you would never really find them. The message is always the same. Move away from your kids, get a tan, and start fucking. Welcome to Florida, Grampy.
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