Today I am a quarter of a century old. I’m so old that the eighties were still newish when I was born. I’m so old that I remember four different presidents. I’m so old that I remember Audi not belonging to Volkswagen. OLD, I tell you! OLD!
Now get off my lawn, I have to go check for grey hairs!
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Meh!
You’re not getting any sympathy from me for feeling old, mademoiselle! :oP
WHATEVER!
My FERTILITY is statistically decreasing over here!