Last few weeks, the snails have been spamming me with life insurance solicitations. I take that as a direct threat against my life. I just stow them in the spam locker.  If these sniveling bitches think I fear death, they haven't been paying attention.  She and I are lifelong traveling companions.

I'm 75. I suffered three mini-strokes in one month well over three years ago. The doc told me I wouldn't last more than two years.  So far, I've made a liar of her. I can drop over any day.   Fuck 'em!

But snails lack any semblance of intellect. IOW, they're stupid!

LMAO!