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I am only 23 years old, but I think I'm starting to finally understand what it means to be set in my ways.
This is Microsoft Word 2007:
I want to scoot over to it in my electric wheelchair wearing my tank top and tight, poop-streaked underpants, and hit it repeatedly with my cane barking, "Good for nothing lousy new fangled doo-hickies! Get off my lawn!"