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I think when you get to a certain age (OLD AGE), like myself, you should be able to whine as much as you want. For instance, I think that when YOUNG MEN decide to date YOUNG WOMEN instead of old, wise people like me, you should be able to whine, be grouchy, and interrogate everyone who knows this YOUNG MAN so you can find out what his YOUNG WOMAN could possibly have that old age and wisdom have not provided for you. You should also be able to give the YOUNG MAN a deuce, and the YOUNG WOMAN hundreds of thousands of deuces.
It is a pity that when you reach old age, all your brej are OLD or OLDER than you, so you must steal YOUNGER (but still OLD) brej from your YOUNG sister in order to attend concerts that last half the night. This is, of course, because all your OLD BREJ are in their beds sleeping by 10 p.m., with herbal tea or something on their nightstands, while you are pretending to still be YOUNG and therefore staying out half the night gaining indie cred and harping about YOUNG MEN and their lack of taste.
When you get old, like me, you get very set in your ways. You do stupid things with no logic to explain why you do them, like riding the subway line in a long, complicated way even though there's another route that takes a lot less time and is less complicated. I don't like change, because I'm OLD.
One of my YOUNG brej now works at Urban Outfitters. They hired him because he is NOT OLD. Hmm. Maybe this means he can give me discounts at the store so I can continue buying clothes there to further my quest to LOOK YOUNG and hide my OLD AGE.
Okay, I'm going to go send another email to a certain YOUNG MAN now, pretending to be YOUNG and nonchalant, while really trying to deuce him and knock some OLD sense into his head at the same time. Later!
It is a pity that when you reach old age, all your brej are OLD or OLDER than you, so you must steal YOUNGER (but still OLD) brej from your YOUNG sister in order to attend concerts that last half the night. This is, of course, because all your OLD BREJ are in their beds sleeping by 10 p.m., with herbal tea or something on their nightstands, while you are pretending to still be YOUNG and therefore staying out half the night gaining indie cred and harping about YOUNG MEN and their lack of taste.
When you get old, like me, you get very set in your ways. You do stupid things with no logic to explain why you do them, like riding the subway line in a long, complicated way even though there's another route that takes a lot less time and is less complicated. I don't like change, because I'm OLD.
One of my YOUNG brej now works at Urban Outfitters. They hired him because he is NOT OLD. Hmm. Maybe this means he can give me discounts at the store so I can continue buying clothes there to further my quest to LOOK YOUNG and hide my OLD AGE.
Okay, I'm going to go send another email to a certain YOUNG MAN now, pretending to be YOUNG and nonchalant, while really trying to deuce him and knock some OLD sense into his head at the same time. Later!