Just saw that some ill advised folks were wasting time talking to you. What a tosser, you are! 50 is young for your personality. You act like a raging WWI vet who lost his knickers after getting caught with his bunkmate and had to make the escape out the widow with one shoe. You have no hair left to color, you use a cane and a seeing eye dog. A chihuahua no less! And you've the sexual endurance of Lena Horne's last lover.
Why on EARTH would anyone be bothered to say happy day to you. You'll rob their house and impregnante their cat for Christ's sake!!!! 50??? Try 60 and stop lying.
Gather up what's left of your manhood, and go take a warm bath Grandpa. I can smell ya from over here!