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Today we have Franky from the Eastern Suburbs of Melbum with his tale of woe...
Dear Mr Boxhead,
I have noticed many changes as my life cycles on to its inevitable demise. Greying hair. Lack of hair. Sagging skin. Decrepit penis.
But I have noticed another thing lately. My shit don't float. Why on Earth would that be?
Frankly Getting Older,
Yes time sure does march on. It’s been a while for meself as well.
Yeh, even I notice the time passing. But as my Scone is in Cardboard, to the rest of the World I appear still and unchanging. The only thing that varies is the colour of my cerebral accoutrement.
And I reckon I keep my lower parts in pretty good shape too. Perhaps that’s why I am doing better than you old Frankie.
Time to get your noggin in a cardboard box Frank. Don't be ashamed; I reckon the Missus will love not having to look at your ugly old mug anymore. And who knows. Maybe your bowels will start working properly again.