“What I hear you saying is, you’re really, really, REALLY old.”
I’m old enough to recognize an immature punk ass when I see one. And man oh man, are you ever an immature punk ass. You’re kind of the gold standard of immature punk asses.
So at least you excel at something, however dubious and shameful that something may be.
Now crawl back into that dank basement you call home and figure out which deep state jerkoff we are supposed to trust this month.
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You seem triggered, grampy. Now go sit down in your rocker before you bust a capillary.
There, there.