Dear Mother. Tomorrow you will be 66: a youthful, vibrant and healthy 66. It's funny how the older I get, the older my idea of old gets. When I was 20 I thought a 50-year-old to be a geezer, but now I think of everybody as youthful. I know your grandchildren will disagree with my self-assessment but who cares: I don't hear half the things they say anyway and I don't understand the half I do hear.
Am I really expected to make sense of "OMG like whatever"? Or am I hearing you say "so be it" because you yourself never understood "hardest hard", "fresh", "cork" and "sick", the expressions I may have been clouted for using?
Am I really expected to make sense of "OMG like whatever"? Or am I hearing you say "so be it" because you yourself never understood "hardest hard", "fresh", "cork" and "sick", the expressions I may have been clouted for using?
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