In case you don't get it:
Imagine, as a spelling-challenged male, looking down at this in the morning from a body-length away, past extra chins and a dunlop, (Done lopped over my belt.) with aged eyes not yet fully up to speed for the day AND you're old enough to have been noticing a decrease in certain biological processes to the point where now, more often than not, morning wood is what happens when you crack your head on the bed-side table trying to heave your stiff and aching grossness up in the morning.
All in all, a rather insulting way to begin the day. . .