For God’s sake you two, get a room. I’ll pay for it. Heavens.
And you kids, stay off my lawn.
I don’t understand the words to any of this music.
Where can I find really comfortable pillows?
Do my eyes look baggy to you?
My golf swing sucks.
Does anyone else have a knee that goes out when it’s cold outside?
Fucking bifocals!
No, I hear gray is distinguished on a man.
How long can a damned hangover last?
No, that’s a book.
Pull your pants up!
Take off that damned baseball cap!
And get . . . off . . . my . . . lawn!
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