A mean, crotchety old man just came into my office, and in the middle of complaining about the government, snow, storage, etc. looked at me and said "Is that a tattoo! Are your friggin' ears really that big!?"
I replied "Afraid so."
He then let out an impassioned "Jeeesssuuus Christ! You broads wonder why you get old and lonely!"
The world is going to hell! I thought I was going to have to wait a little while to buy a house and a rocking chair in order to chastise young people for being on my lawn and doing otherwise unsavory things, but it turns out I can just do that anywhere.
I'm into it. The girl at Subway with the never-going-to-heal surface piercings is getting a talking to very soon.
Lonely Old Broads!
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