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ej, I assume that's the MeCha Seal of Approval?

Yeah, but here's the cupcakey icing: all these assholes who can't take a fucking dump without getting off their cell phones ("OMG I had corn??!!??!") will be dead by 50 - vocal cords swollen to where they can't breathe. Those people I look forward to stepping over on my way to the buffet.

And yes, get out of my yard you goddamned hooligans

Hopefully I'll be too busy swimming, speedmarching, ballroom dancing, and volunteering to remember to hit the buffet or to check my cell for messages.

On the park trail Sunday, I passed a guy in his 30s wearing a Ramones T-shirt and yelled "Gabba gabba hey!" at him. He looked me like, WTF? Freakin' posers.

(I just got home at 0430 after being out all night, and you kids are still on my lawn?)

Do you guys realize we'll live to see air-guitar contests at retirement homes? And over-70s Doors and Ramones tribute bands?

Hey, it's better than bingo.

Works for me.