"I got my britches on, don't I boy?"

My Great, Great Uncle John just turned 100. He still dips, drinks whiskey and carries a gun. He is the terror of his nursing home. He makes the nurses cringe and the old ladies swoon. He is a hero to the bed ridden and elderly. He is one pretty cool old coot.

He was asked by one of his nephews the other day if he was still packing his little derringer that he ahs carried everyday for the past 3 quarters of a century or longer to which he replied, "I got my britches on, don't I boy?"

Hope I mellow like that when I age.