
Look, I don't know what you think. You think you know what I'm going to say. Kids these days and such. Well you're right.
Don't look at me that way, iS IT MY FAULT EVERYTHING ON CABLE IS BAD? A bunch of dirty birds with their potty mouths and the same old recycled plot. Sure, someone's going to get married, yeah it's not a good idea, and yes someone else will come along and fall in love thus preventing the wedding. Get off my lawn!!!
Why, in my day, we walked into open fields, and we offered to help hay. Hayin' is what we did in the summer. That was the style. Style, who's wearing style? There's not style anymore, not even a bow tie and do you see how low they wear the slacks?
Just yesterday I was saying to my neighbor Tom, I says, Tom did you see that? Those kids just cut across your yard and Tom turns to me with one of those looks he gets and he says "watch this" and turns on his sprinklers. So the little hooligans start to scram, but they can't put on their wheels because their slacks don't fit so I yell out "Serves you right!" and they stop at the street and yell something nonsense, but I'm sure it can't be good. Just like that movie I went to see at the Tuesday matinee. Not good at all. I napped and when the credits started to roll I struck up a conversation with the, hey did you see that?
They just tossed some wrappers out of that car window. Hey you! Pick up your trash!
Where were we? Oh yeah, rappers. I can't understand a thing they are saying with their bling and their blong. Except that Snoop Dogg, he's nice young man with his D oh double gee.
Gee, look at the time, I had better hurry along, it's time for my show.
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