Today I told some kids to get off my lawn.
This means I am officially old—more so than the grinding in my knees, the graying (and thinning) of my once-lustrous mane, and the fact that I have been home for two days because of lower back pain. (OK, the "kids" were in their twenties, but the fact that I refer to twenty-somethings as "kids" just makes matters worse.)
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Next thing you know they'll be ripping off the mask you use to scare people away from the trove of erotic literature buried under the old amusement park. Or something.
You definitely would have gotten away with it if it weren't for those meddling kids.
Wow! Ben deploys a pop culture reference from our childhoods.
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