interlude:

back here at Geezer Central, it has occurred to us that spontaneity, for what its worth, is nearly unobtainable; [PAUSE]

with that in mind, GeezerNation presents the Credo: [SPONTANEOUS APPLAUSE]

Geezer one: You alrite mate, pub yeh

Geezer two: What you think you lunatic.

Geezer one: Wait i just got to put some clean pants on, i have had these on for the past week.

A Geezer is a strong, able, decent member of the species (Homo sapiens sapiens, in fact), a man capable of destroying anybody, someone you should not fight, and who can drink as many craft beers as he wants. The geezer gets smarter and wiser the older he gets; this is a scientific fact. The geezer has practical job skills involving a trade like brick layer, carpenter, painter, even a decorator. The geezer may have advanced academic degrees which he will flaunt.. The geezer rarely drives (he has somebody to do that) or uses public transportation (there isn’t any), preferring to walk instead.  The geezer typically wears jeans and a shirt of some kind, but can “dress up” for any occasion. The geezer often discovers cuts and bruises but doesn’t know where they came from (see first sentence above). The geezer would never cry unless truly happy. The Geezer disdains WhipperSnappers ‘cause they don’t know shit.