El Floppo
Footballguy
ok- this morning in the elevator up to my office, I start chit-chatting with an older fella about riding citi-bikes (bike sharing here in NYC). tells me he's twenty years past doing that, which of course elicits the expected "no, no- you look great" comments from me.
him- no, really- I've gotta be at least twenty years older than you
me- what -shocked- you're in your 90s?!
him- huh... I mean, you're in your 50s right? I'm in my 70s- I can't do it.
I'm 46. FORTY SIX.
so I punched him in his fat, stupid geriatric yaw, knocking him over and breaking his stupid old hip.
him- no, really- I've gotta be at least twenty years older than you
me- what -shocked- you're in your 90s?!
him- huh... I mean, you're in your 50s right? I'm in my 70s- I can't do it.
I'm 46. FORTY SIX.
so I punched him in his fat, stupid geriatric yaw, knocking him over and breaking his stupid old hip.
I've come across more vague/poorly worded/crappy questions in the History category than any of the others. I wonder why.