This is an oxymoron of the highest order. Well, maybe not the highest order since Len ain't exactly a prize pig himself. It's at least a severe case of the pot calling the kettle black
"Life is not a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in a pretty and well preserved body. But rather, to skid in broadside, thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and loudly proclaiming...WOW, What a Ride!"