I always say, that by the time I'm old...I'm going to be sat in a chair pissing into a bag...the last thing on my mind will be how wrinkly my tattoos are.
Oh no, when do you get too old for sex?
I'm currently involved in writing a short story anthology on behalf of the Alzheimer's Society, and I have 2 grandparents with the disease. After seeing the hideous life these oldsters have, and reckoning that that's what i've got to look forward to, then I think a bit of ink is/will be the least of my worries.
I don't have a witty comeback. Enjoying reading all yours, though.