And Get Off My Lawn…


Some just can’t handle it when the world moves on. Eventually, we’ll all get there. Wearing our pants up to our armpits, talking about “The Good Old Days”, eating dinner at three in the afternoon and yelling at those damn kids that keep running across the fescue in the front yard.

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