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Okay, body, look. You know what my problem is here? It's not the bad eyesight, or the hearing aids, or the orthopaedic insoles for my shoes (not that I actually wear them, oops), or the bad knees, or the freaky bout of intense arthritis that one time, or the fact that I am plagued by sneaky grey hairs. I can deal. I wouldn't mind, even, were it not for one thing.
My problem? The fact that even though I am evidently an old woman at the age of 22, I still have to deal with shark week once a month.
That is just uncool.
My problem? The fact that even though I am evidently an old woman at the age of 22, I still have to deal with shark week once a month.
That is just uncool.