Waking up at a certain age is little. Wee bit crunchy, to say the least. Ha ha! This is nothing that cannot be managed by a bit of a stretch, bit of a twist. Bit of a stretch, bit of a twist. Ha! And working out doesn’t have to be the difficult task we make it out to be. Why, it can be as simple as a beloved old childhood nursery rhyme. Sing it with me now. Head, Shoulders, Knees and toes. Sneeze into the fucking. Oh, fucker! Fucking. No! Towards my foot! Bastard! Shit! Brick! Fuck me fucking foot! Oh, god damn it! Oh!