fags farts like Quartermain and Jack get PTSD from flashbacks to their youth - when disco was king, faggy ruffles on clothing was all the rage, and you had more hair care products in your tackle box than your old lady had. I am a little bit younger and more youthful than they are, so my traumatic youth was a little more recent - sob.
I remember having hair on my head and no fur in my ears or on my body. I remember burning up miles on my road bike in my neon pink shirt and kevlar reinforced spandex cyle pants! HAR HAR HAR!!! Picture that in your minds, lads - and have fun trying to sleep tonight! HAR HAR HAR!!!
But most of all I remember my wife and her beauty. And those uncertain first days of our relationship. Light years pass in the blink of an eye.